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

Smashwords Edition

"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.

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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 straight 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,