Sharp Wit for a Dull World!
Dark Conspiracy (The start of a bio)
There was a cool breeze out of nowhere. The breeze was damp like a cave, but he couldn’t hear the characteristic dripping water. Instead the candlelight flickered periodically in the place of the absence of the dripping water. “Focus “, he told himself. He was in a cell. The walls were a dull gray stone and so were the ceiling and floor. There was no door and that he could see; the only features in the wall were the candle holder and a small circular window with bars instead of glass.
The man sat up from his cot. “At least that I am comfortable,” he told himself. There was a glass of water and a dog eared copy of “Beyond the Wall of Sleep” neatly arranged on the short table that stood beside his cot. “I wonder if this is another one of Klimer’s tests,” he said aloud as he reached feel the back of his head. Someone had removed the instrument mounts that Klimber had put in place. Just as he was beginning to realize that he was no longer at the institution, a somber baritone voice answered him.
“You are not being tested. I was simply waiting for you to wake up.” the voice answered him. “We have taken you from that place. You’re safe now. They will not find you here.” the voice assured him.
“That is fine enough, though, who is to say you are any better than the G-men!” he shot back, “I’m sick of people that know better than me. I was safe there too, but I was a rat in a cage. They always had me hooked up to one of those damn machines; Klimer wanted to show me that I wasn’t insane. Showed me how when I heard people’s thoughts those needles moved. He even showed me to see the needles with my eyes closed. I thought he was a friend, too, you see, but it didn’t take mind reading to understand what they were making me. I could see fear in the G-men’s eyes and progressing Klimer’s. I was becoming a weapon, and what for? We beat the Keiser, right? Why do we need super-soldiers? Doesn’t the mustard gas make that redundant anyway.” he argued in the flickering light.
“You were already a weapon.” the voice asserted, “But a weapon is a child’s hands. We got to you late, and they turned you into something new. We are like you, but they made you different from us. You can hide your mind like you are doing right now.”
“You have no right in there!” he snapped, “No right! The G-men may have taken me from the farm, but I am not a fool. I can make those needles move and I can make them stop.”
“Like you did to Klimer?” the voice asked, “you and he were bleeding from the nose when we found you. I and he are more alike than you think; he made you different like himself.”
“No, that was different! Klimer pushed though my wall. He had no right! I was angry.” He defended.
“You were unconscious when we found you” the voice interrupted, “Klimer saw us and vanished. We thought it best to take you away from the care of children.”
“But you are the same!” he countered.
“No, we are professionals. Our cabal has been here since time has been recorded on Earth. We want you to become part of us. Too few are born with the gift to waste on the efforts of children who don’t know how to raise you.” The voice reprimanded him, “We have accepted you into our school, and the first thing I will tell you is that you are not on Earth anymore. We have taken you away so the children cannot find you. Likewise you cannot leave until you have graduated.”
“If I am not on Earth, are you aliens? Who are you?” he started to ask.
“Who I am is irrelevant when we can read minds. What I am is the proper question.” The voice interposed, “But the most important question is what you are. We don’t know, but the cabal will have an answer one way or another.” The voice continued with a hint of malice. A hole in reality opened before the man. “Step through the door if you want to solve your mysteries. Stay if you want us to solve them for you.”
The man stood up and stepped through the door.
The man sat up from his cot. “At least that I am comfortable,” he told himself. There was a glass of water and a dog eared copy of “Beyond the Wall of Sleep” neatly arranged on the short table that stood beside his cot. “I wonder if this is another one of Klimer’s tests,” he said aloud as he reached feel the back of his head. Someone had removed the instrument mounts that Klimber had put in place. Just as he was beginning to realize that he was no longer at the institution, a somber baritone voice answered him.
“You are not being tested. I was simply waiting for you to wake up.” the voice answered him. “We have taken you from that place. You’re safe now. They will not find you here.” the voice assured him.
“That is fine enough, though, who is to say you are any better than the G-men!” he shot back, “I’m sick of people that know better than me. I was safe there too, but I was a rat in a cage. They always had me hooked up to one of those damn machines; Klimer wanted to show me that I wasn’t insane. Showed me how when I heard people’s thoughts those needles moved. He even showed me to see the needles with my eyes closed. I thought he was a friend, too, you see, but it didn’t take mind reading to understand what they were making me. I could see fear in the G-men’s eyes and progressing Klimer’s. I was becoming a weapon, and what for? We beat the Keiser, right? Why do we need super-soldiers? Doesn’t the mustard gas make that redundant anyway.” he argued in the flickering light.
“You were already a weapon.” the voice asserted, “But a weapon is a child’s hands. We got to you late, and they turned you into something new. We are like you, but they made you different from us. You can hide your mind like you are doing right now.”
“You have no right in there!” he snapped, “No right! The G-men may have taken me from the farm, but I am not a fool. I can make those needles move and I can make them stop.”
“Like you did to Klimer?” the voice asked, “you and he were bleeding from the nose when we found you. I and he are more alike than you think; he made you different like himself.”
“No, that was different! Klimer pushed though my wall. He had no right! I was angry.” He defended.
“You were unconscious when we found you” the voice interrupted, “Klimer saw us and vanished. We thought it best to take you away from the care of children.”
“But you are the same!” he countered.
“No, we are professionals. Our cabal has been here since time has been recorded on Earth. We want you to become part of us. Too few are born with the gift to waste on the efforts of children who don’t know how to raise you.” The voice reprimanded him, “We have accepted you into our school, and the first thing I will tell you is that you are not on Earth anymore. We have taken you away so the children cannot find you. Likewise you cannot leave until you have graduated.”
“If I am not on Earth, are you aliens? Who are you?” he started to ask.
“Who I am is irrelevant when we can read minds. What I am is the proper question.” The voice interposed, “But the most important question is what you are. We don’t know, but the cabal will have an answer one way or another.” The voice continued with a hint of malice. A hole in reality opened before the man. “Step through the door if you want to solve your mysteries. Stay if you want us to solve them for you.”
The man stood up and stepped through the door.
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Comment by Aaron on November 27, 2008 at 6:01pm - Shasta!
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Comment by Chad on July 20, 2008 at 1:56pm - Of course it is ;-p It is a horror genre. Weird is always good in horror because it plays on the unknown. Not to mention, that there are places with alternate physics and so forth. It requires a bit of weird to make it an interesting place ;-p
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Comment by Nicole on July 20, 2008 at 3:26am - Dark Conspiracy is weird.
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