THROUGH THE VOID
The humming from the jet engine faded away as the message appeared on the screen. Ivic Berant, the hybrid humaniod being, pulled hard to the right, turning the air-craft around in the clouds.
It zipped off into nothingness, and then it appeared above Albelost, camoflauged in the night sky.
The next phase is here. They have had good lives and fed well, the flavor will be worth the wait.
He dematerialized and teleported onto the roof of the Elder's Rest Palace. Two Elders stood waiting for him there. They walked over to him and bowed.
"The weakest link has broken. We want all sides with good numbers. The chaos will bring out elements never seen before."
"We've done this a million times, we'll take whatever we get. We like cycling our food through different life experiences. It's only that it lasts for a certain amount of life cycles before it becomes stale and bland."
"Ah yes, your majesty, whatever you say, we know it to be true, no questions asked."
"Get off the floor and get the situation under control, sub-4 has locationed Dreamsleep 93. We need to make sure he does not enter Dreamsleep."
"We've got people working on that, your majesty."
"We'll have to process you instead if there are any delays, just a fair warning."
"Oh thank you great one, we thank you endlessly for the warning."
The hybrid touched their foreheads, and implanted 13 demons into their soul-minds. The two Elders danced uncontrollablely wicked, whole bodies convulsing and eyes rolled back. They froze for some time then walked over the ledge.
Red matter splatter. The faces can't unwind, the minds rewind, the night cursed. Strange sounds, screams, horrible and unknown.
Rajad stepped out the back door, standing on the staircase. Silent shadows pondered the grim sidewalk.
The void returned, remains.
"Who is that man on the roof?!"
The frightened faces looked up at Rajad, looked at the rooftop the men had jumped off.
Quick feet, behind Rajad on the roof, jumped, landed in front, hands dropped on shoulders. "Where is Avest Deball?! What has he done to Grand Elder Locish?!" The tall woman's eyes stared deep into his.
Unable to speak, he cowarded down.
The crowd in street had divided, some focused on the rooftop and splatter, others on Rajad curled up into a ball on the stair; the woman, inside, screamed for Avest.
Word spread quick. It was two Elders; Avest the top suspect to be the man on the rooftop after getting rid of Locish. He has lost his mind, and the new options presented clicked images inside the minds of others in attendence; silently, they looked on, desperate to see what other new kind of activity will go about.
The worshipping mass of people in the Grand Elder's room had overfilled out into the street; the chanting, mesmerising, the energy, electric. New people joined the cluster in the street, they knew less of the reason and worshipped like the rest that knew.
Serg Forgest stood on the Locish's couch, where they had seen him become a god, leading the onslaught of ridiculous lyrics, giving glory to Locish for everything, from the stars to how your jock-itch doesn't go away. He held his arms out wide, overworked face with tears, moving his joints to the words blasting out; they created a mysterious thing in the air, and it took hold, and grew, by the grace of Lord Kallbasa, this thing was alive!!
They don't know what they are doing. Penny Vixi stood by the window outlooking the flooded street in the crowded room of unhappy and loud citizens. And these idiots won't stop fighting. We won't be able to get them to stop this horrible singing like this! Crossed arms, she made a face.
The people communicated with each other in a new way, unaware of the changes occurring. They needed to stop this unnecessary praise and energy towards such a random and strange event.
Something was going on here, something different and disturbing.
Unaware, the friction increased. Collars were grabbed, yelling kicking biting.
Penny turned her back to the window, let out a long-winded high-pitch scream. They looked at her, looked at each other, the evil marks on their faces. They worried they had done something terribly wrong, so they fixed their positions and features back to normal; the safezone in the no -safezone arena.
"What they are doing out there has to stop and we all have our own ways, so everyone have at it, right? C'mon, altogether we can round them up and snap them back in place!"
The crowd headed for the doors.
"Wait wait wait. That won't work! You can't have everyone running around trying to do the same thing in different ways! It'll all be a circus and people will get hurt! Why don't we discuss amongst ourselves in a calm manner and figure a way to end these low-grade games? Huh? Why? Why not?"
The crowd halted, reconsidered their options, stayed inside with the reasonable Penny. They held the meeting that formed The Union of Alta Watchmen and women.
A voice amongst the confusion in the street rang loud. "There is only one thing that can be done with this man, Avest, the same thing he did to these two! What? Are we going to let him get away with this? What's next? This is only the beginning, who knows what others will try to get away with as well! We solve the problem by getting rid of the source!"
"What kind of monsters do you think the rest of us are? Avest is the only one we should be worrying about."
"So we're going to become like him? Are we all going in line? We can't allow any of this anymore, we must exile him and we must never speak his name again."
"You don't know what you're talking about! This has never happened before, we don't know the ramifacations! We end any other thoughts of the same kind if we send him over a ledge."
Dark tense street, the blood boiled, the sides divided. The energy distorted brainwaves, shut down the NF-state, one point view fixed. They released the surge, broke the codes.
From the mess on the sidewalks, the degree of injury, fatal; they gathered more information for mortal combat from the others trying new things.
Only the best fighters remained. A silent moment with a gust of cool wind, the corpse covered street yelled for peace in the minds.
They put aside their differences and promised to join forces for the common good of the fifteen in total, all secret psychopaths.
The news came in on a dark hour and the messager ran off to tell others. Turfur sat in his rocking chair on the porch of his house, located on a slope in the rural parts of the city. The cloudy night sky showed no sympathy, a new phase was coming.
All he could have done is get the grand elder drunk enough for him to sleep for a week. Turfur puffed idlely on his pipe, his fingers and feet tapping, the rocking increasing speed.
He couldn't do all that. Where would he get such ideas? It doesn't make any sense. He is a great person just like any other citizen in Albelost.
The lights from the far away buildings filled with energy, shined horribly bright. The whole city below, a recently opened portal to hell.
Dread, a part of the process of leaving a comfort zone, as the rush into a massive orgy of human energies overcomes him like a giant tsunami.
No, I don't believe this. I don't want to go to them. I need to close my eyes, lay down. Turfur stood, eyes avoiding the city lights, and walked inside his house, into his bedroom where he would be allowed to sleep for three hours.
"ANYBODY HOME?!! COME OUT RIGHT FUCKING NOW OR WE'RE BURNING YOU ALIVE!!"
Upright in the bed, Turfur quivered. Never before had such fear gripped his soul by the balls, he knew not what to do.
Scattered glass, fire inside. The flames burn through the walls; Turfur glued to the bed. Smoke entered his bedroom like a billowing wild beast, the chanting from the spectators gave it life. It was here, it was real, it was predominate.
They've set my house on fire. Who would have thought? In this city? Where we all have what we need and we help each other. How could this happen to us? Those machines the Elders use must be the cause. They finally let in something that will alter our lives forever.
The heat and smoke choked him. From a portal on the ceiling, a figure dropped behind Turfur, snatching him off the bed, into another portal under them.
Inside a control room, a low engine rumbled, buttons flashed, moniters displayed live status, and a grave tall hybrid man walked about.
"You can't be so passive," Ivic said, "you will die if you don't do something." He made a strange noise, fangs protruded out the mouth slowly.
"Here." Ivic reached for something inside his long coat. He tossed a laser pistol at Turfur.
It smacked his chest, landed on the ground. His wild eyes couldn't make any sense of it all.
"What are you?"
"They know you have ties with Avest. They won't stop now, the program is at full speed. You will have to use that well to live from now on."
"You and that thing don't belong here! Hacker detected! Delete!"
"Inbred human, you can't!" Ivic held an open palm at Turfur, controling his soul energy. Feet off the ground, the man was a slave.
"It's okay little one, you don't know any better. We took over because anyone can as long as you have enough power to do it, and we did. You are a pawn, needed but not worthy of saving after it's use. Now then, lead a group of a few hundred in uncontrollable rage against those who dare have tried to take your life!"
The laser pistol flew into Turfur's grip and back through a portal to his bedroom.
The fragile burnt skeletal frame of the old house fell little by little, wasting away slowly like the life to come.
The fire had died out, and there was nothing left, but memories that would be best to save for better days. Today, and 'til those fuckers brains are on the pavement, I'll make them pay for this! I didn't do anything to deserve this!
TO BE CONTINUED........