Hale was raised most of his life on the East side of Los Angeles in a poor neighborhood.
In his early teens, he became rebellious against his parents because of their Christian beliefs; fed up with their rules and having to attend church every Sunday, he decided to join a Los Angeles street gang; becoming involved with this gang kept him in constant trouble with the law.
Hale would become overwhelmed with fear whenever his father would preach to him about God-fearing people being raptured away with God, and unbelievers left behind in a world that will be plunged into chaos.
Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, Hale collapsed right on his parent’s doorway from being intoxicated.
After several hours of sleeping, he woke up to a loud thundering sound and quickly got up to shut the front door; he thought he was being targeted from gunfire, and he charged into his parents’ bedroom.
He hesitated for a moment. Hale became puzzled when he saw his father’s prosthetic legs still tucked underneath his covers and his mother’s wig on her pillow—and his parents were nowhere to be found; at that moment he believed in God and began crying from his loss.
But he had no time to stay grief-stricken because fires, plane crashes, riots, and many world catastrophes were happening all at once; he needed to find a safe place to live. His parents’ home was burned down, and he fled for days trying to find a safe place to live. All of Hale’s Christian relatives and friends were gone, and he felt lonely for years.
He decided to dedicate his life to evangelizing the word of God. But self-professed members of the Illuminati hate organized religions, particularly outspoken Christians, and they want Hale dead. He is on their most-wanted list.
Hale was homeless for over a year but found stability living in a man-made cave near the mountains were several Christians are hiding out. His Christian neighbors choose him to be the leader because of his street smarts and his fearless creativity to rescue Christians or people who are trying to escape taking the mark of the beast.
A great athletic ability he has, but supernatural powers he doesn’t. Everyday Hale risks his life defending the good and the helpless with the hands that have earned him a 3rd degree in Black Belt.
After a busy day of fighting off thugs, Hale sits on the top of a building looking at a sky that used to be so blue, and a sun that used to shine so brightly. I don’t care if they kill me, he resolved.
I have to stop people from taking the mark of the beast—I will never sell out to the anti-Christ—and I have to find a way to rescue those people whom they plan to kill for not taking the mark. Someday, this will all be over with—I can’t wait to be with my Lord. But I have so much work to do.
Later that day, just as Hale was going to stop some burglars from robbing a bank, he took off running like hell was coming for him. In a neighborhood not far from his home, he spots gang members selling drugs.
They didn’t even try to put the drugs away. The gang members did not care if the police were near and many people were watching them. Selling drugs was not a crime in their neighborhood. In fact, it was considered as practical as working at a burger stand. But Hale refuses to accept a lawless world. He fights a mighty battle every day to save people from the dark afterlife.
One warm evening during the summertime, Hale pointed at the gang members at a far distance, and then he ran effortlessly from jumping on top of high buildings to jumping on brick fences, and gracefully landing right in front of the gang members. “Look at you guys! You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.”
The gang member in blue looked at Hale with a smirk on his face. “This fool is looking crazy!”
“Get out of here, you son-of-a–” said the thug wearing the black hat, his voice filled with fury, “or I will–”
The thug in blue narrowed his eyes in a squint with his anger, and he folded his arms in defiance. “What are you going to do us? We are not afraid of you. Don’t you have something better to do?” he asked with a frown on his face.
The thugs started laughing. “This guy is nuts,” said the guy with the Afro. And what’s up with that costume? I would rather join the Illuminati than joining some church!”
“We are Gods,” said the thug with the Afro. “I have my own powers just like your God, and you can be a God if you join our group. We have our own religion, and we have to eliminate pigs like you.”
Hale walked up closer to the thugs, his face filled with rage. “Damn you,” he shouted. “You idiots are going to be sorry.”
“Hey, dude. Want to meet the Lord right now?” yelled the guy in blue.
”Are you going to stop selling drugs?”
The thug in blue put his finger in Hales’s face. “Hell no!”
“Hale was enraged with anger and moved the thug’s hand away from him. “You might not want to point in Hale’s face.”
Just as he began to defend himself from the gang members jumping him, Illuminati members dressed in black picked Hale up and put his hand over his mouth. “We are here to bid you a final goodbye,” One of the men said, rubbing his hands together. “We are getting a little tired of you telling people about God.”
“That’s right,” angrily said another Illuminati member. “Now it’s time for you to go to hell!”
They wore leather gloves, and they hit him on his face several times. He tried to get away, but there were too many of them. Even though he kicked and fought with all his strength, he couldn’t stop them from carrying him outside and putting him into the back of the van. He tried to force his way out, but he could not see.
The Illuminati members all got into the van. Hale was shaking so hard, he could barely breathe.
Where am I going?” he yelled, gasping for air, feeling his lungs nearly trying to force oxygen into his body.
To Be Continued