Posted:
06.21.1998
Date:
12.27.2195
Time:
Morning
Dieification
First there was one.
Now there are two.
The second one looks exactly like the first. Maybe a different
ratio of metal appendages to flesh appendages, but it's the same type of
beast--a mass of slithery black tentacles and machines metallic whips.
Disgusting. That perverted marriage of life and lifelessness makes
me sick. Sick and afraid.
I'm afraid this time because the second one is churning up the dirt
now. It's digging in the same manner as the first one, fast and violent.
Sprays of brownish dirt and puffs of lighter dust.
The second one came from the first one.
No.
No way in glitch.
The first one is the same size that it was to begin with, and the second
is as big as the first. The first could not have birthed the second.
There's just not enough matter in one to produce two. Something cannot
come from nothing--impossible.
Unless.
Unless the first created the second. Created from what
though? It has to be the ground--the very dirt itself. It's
the only answer that makes sense to me right here and right now.
But no, it all happened too fast. The creation of the second came
too quickly. There has to be another explanation. Nothing that
complex could be created that quickly.
And yet, as if to deny my logic, the ground over there moves, and a
third
[BLEED]
[BLEED]
[BLEED]
pops its bulging body up from the dirt. I
notice that the first has burrowed again, and the second seems to be moving
to another suitable location. Small, sloped craters are left where
each has burrowed. Logical. Logic to glitch.
The dirt became beast.
I move back to the other side of the impact crater and shut my eyes.
Back open. The three
[BLEEDS]
[BLEEDS]
[BLEEDS]
are burrowed over there. Soon there will be
six, the twelve, then...what? What is going to happen? What
dark purpose do these machine creatures--these Bleeds as my mind
wants to call them--have? When will they stop reproducing?
Why are they here?
The questions don't really matter of course. Time will probably
reveal the answers anyway. Patience is all that is required.
Most unfortunate that I don't have any.
A newcomer has arrived. It's not one of those things though.
It's a tarokk, and a small one at that. It barely kicks up any dirt
as it approaches on its hind legs, front arms curving crookedly over its
back and head, thin claws pointed downward across its small face.
It's squished nose sniffs the air and its eye is darting back and forth
as its head swivels from side to side. So small, it was probably
hatched only a few days ago. Must be a burrow nearby. I look
for its twin--tarokks always have a twin, and they never travel apart--but
I don't see one.
The tarokk only acknowledges me slightly with what I interpret as a
sideways glance. It clearly has other prey, though I doubt that one
so young would attack me alone. It makes a determined course for
the nearest Bleed, which is just now unburrowing itself. The tarokk
launches itself at the Bleed, slashing with its single-clawed limbs.
The Bleed opens like rotted fruit, and a black metallic ooze pours out
of two deep gashes. The ground around the Bleed thrashes for a second,
the goes still. Apparently, the Bleed is dead.
Ah, but there are five others now.
And they are not unaware that one of their own has fallen. The
tarokk and the Bleeds rush at each other. Claws swinging and tentacles
whipping. One Bleed reaches the tarokk before the others. The
tarokk never has a chance to strike because the Bleed jerks violently,
spraying a greyish mist into the air. The mist envelops the small
clawed creature. It falls to the ground, its mouth open, trying to
scream, but unable to. Tarokks do not have vocal cords, and something
in my heart aches to see it wriggling there. Glowing.
Glowing?!? What the glitch?!?
Somehow, it's a grey light. And as it shines, the tarokk dissolves.
I can hear it happen--a faint grating--like millions of bubbles popping.
It's not a good sound. And that light--that grey glowing--that is
not a good light.
It's all over in a second. The grey light fades.
There's no trace of the tarokk. Not even any residue. Complete
discorporation. Complete and total. Even some of the ground
where the tarokk has been is gone.
Cosmic glitch! What are these things?
The Bleeds burrow again. Faster than before, the create another
five. The nearby ground is littered with small indentations where
the Bleeds rise from the ground. Some indentations are bigger, where
multiple Bleeds have risen. And I can only stand idly by.
They multiply again, scattering, taking more ground. Getting difficult
to track them all now. In motion constantly, as the risings overlap
with the burrowings.
Then a group of the Bleed move off from the main. I look.
They're headed toward the city. They don't go far though. They
stop suddenly, and then there is a grey mist around them. And then
the glowing. The Bleed sink into the ground as the earth around them
is vaporized. The glowing is expanding, eating away at the ground.
The area affected by the mist extends at an incredible rate, a circle growing
in circumference. The sound is louder--that popping.
I hear that same sound off to my other side and I can see that a second
group of the Bleed are over there. The mist is settiling to the ground
and the glowing is beginning. The earth is dissolving--matter to
pale grey energy light. Impossible.
But happening right before my eyes.
I must warn the others. Aran. Need to find Aran. And
JACK. Others.
I'm moving toward the city now, walking swiftly, careful to avoid disappearing
ground that the little clusters of Bleeds. When I'm past those grey
glowing patches I run.
And run.
And run.
And run.
Not much time left. How long before those things reach the city?
A few days? Doesn't matter. Need to get myself and the others
off this island. Calamity's words are echoing in my ears with taunting
tone, but my deep breaths and pounding heart drown all that out.
Must get off this forsaken land mass. Now.
Because I think the devil has come for this island.
And no once can save us from the obliteration to come. |