"Ms. Moyers, It's good to meet you." Dr. Spencer H. Cogan said, as he extended his hand to her.

She shook his hand and smiled at him. The smile did little in concealing the state of distress that shown through her eyes.

"When can I see my son?", she asked him. Her voice was filled with anxiety.

"In just a few minutes I assure you, but I would like to ask you a couple of questions first."

He led her into a nearby office doorway. Once inside the room he asked her to make herself comfortable on a black-leather bench. He walked over to the file-cabinet and took out a plain folder. Ms. Moyers nervously looked around the room until he sat down behind the desk. He laid the folder down and she could tell by the way that it was parted, that some kind of object was inside it.

"I'm going to ask you some questions that most likely will sound rather strange.", he said.

She gave him a clueless look. Then he opened the folder and studied her reaction. She could now see that inside of the folder were sheets of paper and a triangularly-shaped rock. She examined the rock halfheartedly, forcing herself to keep her attention on it, only because she felt that that was what he wanted her to do.

"What does this have to do with Brian?", she asked.

After picking the object up with his right hand, he said, "It's to soon for me to make that assertion."

"Do you know what this is Ms. Moyers?" he asked, then he held it toward her in the palm of his open hand.

"It looks like a rock of some sort." She replied.

"Well, yes, it is made from stone, but it's called an arrowhead."

He could tell that she was growing impatient with him, and was well aware that she had been through quite a lot in the past month.

"This authentic arrowhead was found on Brian the night he was arrested." After saying it he knew she might become angry.

Her posture became rigid and she spoke with strong emotion, "Listen I don't care what the Police say about my son! I don't care if they are saying that his fingerprints and hair was found in that apartment! Do you understand me...." He closed the object in his hand and gestured for her to calm down with his other one.

"... Brian is only ten-years-old! He's just a baby. He couldn't have tied that rope! Is everyone insane?"

She had become very agitated and was standing.

"Ms. Moyers, that's not what I'm here to do. There's something going on here that you should know about, and I think anything that you might be able to tell me could possibly help your son."

His words seemed to get through to her, because she relaxed her body, and sat back down.

"Now I have to ask you, do you know where Brian got this arrowhead? Did you see him with it?"

Calmly, she said, "Honestly, Mr. Cogan, I haven't seen that thing before you showed it to me, here in this room."

He believed her and wondered to himself if she was going to be able to take in what he was about to show her. After placing the arrowhead into his jacket-pocket, he then lifted up the papers.

Looking at them he spoke to her saying, "We have been working with Brian for close to a week now."

"Something Brian has repressed, some traumatic experience, has caused his brain to create a different personality."

Defensively she asked him, "Are you trying to tell me that my son is a mental-case?"

"No, please let me explain further." he urged her.

"I've been a Psychopathologist for fifteen years and I have studied a lot of multiple-personality cases, but never one with such factual historical recollection and profound intellectual changes." As he spoke to her, unknowingly excitement grew in his voice.

"So what are you saying to me?" she asked, seemingly becoming irritated once more.

"I want to inform you, Ms. Moyers, that we have a team of specialists here at Yarington. The best in all the various fields of Modern Psychological Research/ and Treatment."

He handed the papers to her and she looked at them hesitantly before accepting them. She studied the writing on them without actually reading it.

He then informed her, "During our sessions with Brian he wrote out what you have in your hands."

Looking closely at it she read the first few sentences. She laughed in a sarcastic manner, then said, "Is this some kind of a joke?"

"You expect me to believe that my ten-year-old son wrote this! This isn't even his hand writing! And he sure as hell can't spell, or for that matter, even knows what most of these words mean."

Looking at her with an expression of understanding he reached over and grabbed an unmarked VHS tape, off of a small TV monitor. He set it in front of him, holding the edges of it with his fingertips.

"I want you to watch this and maybe you will be able to understand me better. I know this is hard for you. You've gone through a lot.", he told her sympathetically.

She placed the papers on the desktop and watched as the Doctor went over to a shelf, whereupon a VCR machine was kept. He inserted the tape and snatched up a remote control, then returned to his seat. After positioning the screen to give her a better view, he then aimed the remote at the VCR and hit the 'Play' button. Instantaneously an image appeared on the small monitor. It was apparent, by the angle of the shot, that the images had been taken by a wall surveillance camera. She could see her son sitting at a large table and Dr. Cogan facing him, seated on the other side. On the table were papers and it was clear that Brian was holding a writing-pen. As the camera mechanically panned in and out, from side to side, she caught glimpses of other Yarington facility workers in the room with her son. Ms. Moyers watched the video and from time to time Dr. Cogan glanced over at her to watch for her reactions-

"Brian, you're still here with Dr. Cogan. Who are you now?" The camera moved to a close-up of Brian's face. He answered, "John Bishop."

Ms. Moyers let out a gasping sound and then covered her mouth with her hand. Thereafter 'pausing' the video-tape, he asked her, "Do you see that too, Ms. Moyers?"

Her facial expression displayed her feeling's of disbelief to him.

After a long moment she said, "I do see that! It's the outlined face of some...man! That has to be some kind of a trick! A trick of light...perhaps."

"Perhaps, I haven't sent this to a video expert yet.", he informed her.

Without any further word he started the video-

"John Bishop, who are you and where do you live?", Cogan asked her son. Brian looked straight forward, unmoving as he spoke, "I'm here to warn ye! Many innocent people will die. It's a curse, an ancient Indian curse! Suddenly, her son began to shake violently. Dr. Cogan pushed himself back from the desk a little and two workers, dressed in solid-white uniforms, attempted to restrain Brian. In a shocking and unexplainable change, Brian's voice deepened and he began rambling in an unfamiliar tongue.

Dr. Cogan paused the video again and said, "It's not unusual for an individual with multiple personalities to change his/her voice in subtle tone and mannerisms. But in Brian's case the change is almost...."

He stopped talking and opened a desk drawer. Retrieving a second folder, he then opened it and continued talking, "I called a friend of mine, who's a specialist in linguistics, and she listen to the video-tape."

"She informed me that the language Brian had spoken was: Algonquian, a North-American Indian dialect that was used by a large number of historical tribes."

He then informed her that what he was about to read to her, was a translated transcript of the things her son had said in- Algonquian.

He read-

My people will suffer the Great -Sleep. They have accepted the White-Man and his demons. They have destroyed the Great-Mother, Gaia! Upon the Ancient Warrior Spirit I call down their death! For they would not listen to me. They gave me over to the Death-Spirit and I will take them with me!

"The rest of it she informed me was ritual chanting.", he said.

"What the hell does any of this have to do with my son being accused of murder!", she demanded an explanation from him.

He could tell that he would have to try and calm her down again.

"Please...Please...Ms. Moyers, I can't at this time, give you the answer to that question. We are in the early stages of Brian's examination. I want to help your son and I don't want to hide anything from you."

Ms. Moyers decided that he seemed sincere enough and that she liked him.

"Okay", she said, "But this is all so fantastic and confusing."

"I understand.", he said.

"I want you to read the papers that Brian wrote. And then I have a few questions."

"Would you like some coffee or water?", he asked.

"No, I am fine.", she replied.

She picked the papers up and began reading. It appeared to be written as a journal. The idea that her ten- year-old son had written them, was just too incredible to believe-

Placing the papers on the desk she stared at Dr. Cogan for some time. Suddenly she opened her mouth and quickly covered it with her hand. He could see a look of terror in her eyes and he anticipated what she might say.

Lowering her hand from her face she said, "Oh my God! Two weekends ago..."

"Yes?" he said.

"Brian camped out with his friend Josh and Josh's parents. They went to Salem and visited some of the Museums in Danvers."

She sat there, frozen in thought.

"Ms. Moyers did you know that the boy, Brian is accused of murdering, is an American Indian?", he questioned.

She gave him no response.

So he continued to speak, "A well respected genealogist on our staff has found that both you and your son have a direct ancestral Indian history."

"Were you at all aware of this?" he asked.

She shook her head to indicate, No. Seeing that she was baffled by what all seemed ludicrous to her, he pressed the 'play' button on the remote.

The video screen went black for a few seconds then an image of Brian appeared. Ms. Moyers turned her attention to the monitor. It was Brian sitting in the same room wearing a different shirt. Dr. Cogan was with him and asking him questions-

"John I have read your journal. What do you want with Brian?" Brian answered Dr. Cogan with a strange look. Then he said, "I want to warn ye of the curse!"

The video stopped and the screen turned snowy. Dr. Cogan ejected the tape and placed it on top of the VCR. He looked at Brian's mother then searched for some papers he had wanted her to sign.

Finding them in a drawer he said, "Ms Moyers, I would like for you to sign some papers that will allow me to continue working with Brian. Will you do that?"

She became animated and asked him, "Can you prove that my son didn't murder that boy? That...That thing is responsible! You can see that can't you?"

"I will do everything that I can to help Brian. But I need lots more time to work with him.", he said.

He placed the papers down in front of her and started reading through them with her, showing her where to sign them. Inside the closet, behind his chair, a black colored flame erupted and quickly engulfed his work- jackets hanging there. Heavy smoke began to emerge through the cracks of the door frame, caused by the raging fire that had developed mysteriously within. Ms. Moyers was the first one to notice. In a state of panic she tried to leave the room, but the heavy door would not open. As she fought with the door, Dr. Cogan took off his jacket and wrapped up his hand with it. After doing so he opened the closet. Violently, flames shot out at him and caused him to fall back into his desk, knocking over his chair. He watched in disbelief as black smoke rolled across the ceiling and swept into an air vent, on the high part of the wall. Seeing that Ms Moyers could not open the door he went to help her try. It was their only escape, for there was no windows in the small office room. After several vain attempts at opening the door he remembered the security alert button that was on the underside of his desktop. He dashed over to his desk and pushed the button more times than was necessary. Ms Moyers had begun screaming and he again tried with all his strength to open the door. In his peripheral vision he saw something move. He turned his head and for only a brief moment saw a creature standing in the black smoke. It had appeared to be a human figure with the head of a dog and the legs of a pig. He was terrorized and began screaming. A minute later workers on the other side of the door began trying to get it open. Every attempt failed and the fire spread fast.

In an Apartment.
Boston, Massachusetts
February 06, 1999.
Time: 3:30 A.M.

He had sustained some minor injures during the rescue. This had been his fifth encounter with fire since becoming a full fledged Fire-Fighter, and it had been the worst yet. He showered and then got dressed. Randy Oakes, a 26-year-old Mohawk walked into his living room and sat down on the couch. Spread out around him on the coffee-table, chairs, and floor, was a variety of auto and semi-automatic guns and ammo boxes. He collected these weapons and acquired most of them from gun-conventions. On the coffee-table, next to one of the pistols, lay an arrowhead. He had taken it from the Yarington building that had mostly burnt down. The sound coming from a small television in the back room could be heard-

Fire-Fighters and Police still have no comment on what caused a seriously damaging fire yesterday, around five o'clock at the Yarington Psychological Research/ and Treatment Center, behind me. The disaster caused twenty deaths and at least twenty more injuries. Some of the bodies have been identified as Dr. Karen Price, Dr. Spencer H. Cogan, William Gessop, and a Ms. Dorothy Moyers. I have also been informed that one of the bodies was that of Brian Moyers, the ten-year-old arrested for the murder of Adam Cottier, a neighborhood child, just last month. Authorities are investigating the cause of the fire. I'm Tina Hershall for channel 9 News. Ted?

He gathered them all up and put them into the back of his truck, hiding it all under a large tarpaulin. He drove onto the highway, and stuffed a pinch of chewing-tobacco into his mouth. There was a map scrunched in between the dashboard and windshield that he had drawn on. Circled on the map were the five closest Indian Reservations.

He was heading for the first of them.

End.