Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2012 23:56:28 GMT
I rode the train back home to london. I constantly fretted over weather I would keep my job... then I chastised myself for being so stupid... Because as I looked around, I saw spectres everywhere. The fog that appeared permanent in england seemed thicker somehow. I had the theory that the fogs were the spectres, and I alone could see the eyes. In daylight they looked far scarier, in the dark, I could mistake them for red floating orbs, but in the light? Clearly floating, bloodshot eyeballs just watching. There seemed to be a pair of eyeballs watching each person, so I wondered why I couldn't see one above my head.
But I didn't have time to think about that. I needed to divert my mental energy towards worrying. My wife- Maria- could be in trouble. She could have a spectre following her. And who knows? Maybe they try to eat you when your alone... that would explain absolutely nothing.
I paced around the fast moving train. People looked at my animated and scared self, it was all I could do to keep my mouth shut. I've seen the cliche. Crazy protagonist starts claiming conspiracies or monsters and when people don't believe him- I know I wouldn't believe me- the plot revolved around him trying to prove he's correct until redemption. Nuts to that bollox, I'd keep quiet until proven right. When I calmed myself down to think about it, these spectres seemed harmless. Could be I just absorbed a hallucinogen from the spike. That actually made perfect sense.
I tried to sneak up behind a sleeping passenger. Those eyes sat staring at him, unblinking.
I reached out, ever so slowly, aware of the bewildered eyes, and grabbed out at the eyes. Solid. I grasped them in my hands and felt slime oozing off of it, the pupils rolled around to look at me and then the pupil grew smaller, angrier. Some spikes appeared below it, prickly ones, and stabbed me!
"Fuuu-!" I exclaimed loudly, stopping myself just in time. The spectre flew away to go somewhere else.
I had my eyes closed, but I looked at the palm of my hand. Bits marks, a jagged circle.
I stepped back, terrified, and nearly fell over as the doors to the train opened, dropping me out onto the london station. I nearly tripped over but I stumbled away and ran, pushing my way through men in suits and vicious red eyeballs.
I was no expert on drugs, but I was pretty sure that the hallucinations themselves couldn't harm you physically. I knew now, without a doubt, that spectres were threats. They could be eating right now... they could have been responsible for Eric's death so long ago! Yeah... alien beings who watch for the right moment, then suck out your soul and replace them with their own kind. What if the red eyes implanted themselves within the person! People couldn't feel them, how would they know that they've been replaced? Have I been replaced? Maria?
I panicked heavily. I had to stop for breath because I began to feel my heart ache. I was on the verge of some kind of panic attack and it did not feel pleasant.
I eventually reached my apartment and headed upwards, arriving in my apartment, I fumbled for my keys, and opened the door.
Then there was nothing. Absolutely nothing inside the apartment, it was exactly how I had left it.
I sat down on the bed, feeling sad. I heard a buzzing sound coming from the fridge. Evidently I had been left a simple message.
I read it out loud to myself, having walked over there.
"Dear Mark. In case you come back in time, I'm in france on business. I'll be there for a week or two, thanks, love Maria. XXX"
"Kiss kiss kiss... love you too honey." I responded to myself.
Well that settled it. France. I could take the car through the spike, it had a highway at the lowest level built around where the eurostar used to be, and was inevitably crushed.
It also wouldn't be too hard to get back to my job if need be, I could rent a spare office near france somewhere for a while if I wanted to. I smirked as I just realized what I had just thought. Work. As if. That sort of job only works if someone is watching all cameras at all times... while I was away, a good couple of floors, including where I first spotted the spectres, were left unwatched. All the spike did was fix unemployment for no benefit for society.
I always thought about that. I needed to be grateful, after all, I had nowhere left to go except the spike and SID. Why did I constantly have to play that over and over in my head?
I sighed, and looked around as I prepared for travel.
I glanced over at my photo of me and Eric.
"Don't give me that look. I'll be back before you know it." I said to the Eric grinning moronically as I left the photo alone with the dusty furniture.
But I didn't have time to think about that. I needed to divert my mental energy towards worrying. My wife- Maria- could be in trouble. She could have a spectre following her. And who knows? Maybe they try to eat you when your alone... that would explain absolutely nothing.
I paced around the fast moving train. People looked at my animated and scared self, it was all I could do to keep my mouth shut. I've seen the cliche. Crazy protagonist starts claiming conspiracies or monsters and when people don't believe him- I know I wouldn't believe me- the plot revolved around him trying to prove he's correct until redemption. Nuts to that bollox, I'd keep quiet until proven right. When I calmed myself down to think about it, these spectres seemed harmless. Could be I just absorbed a hallucinogen from the spike. That actually made perfect sense.
I tried to sneak up behind a sleeping passenger. Those eyes sat staring at him, unblinking.
I reached out, ever so slowly, aware of the bewildered eyes, and grabbed out at the eyes. Solid. I grasped them in my hands and felt slime oozing off of it, the pupils rolled around to look at me and then the pupil grew smaller, angrier. Some spikes appeared below it, prickly ones, and stabbed me!
"Fuuu-!" I exclaimed loudly, stopping myself just in time. The spectre flew away to go somewhere else.
I had my eyes closed, but I looked at the palm of my hand. Bits marks, a jagged circle.
I stepped back, terrified, and nearly fell over as the doors to the train opened, dropping me out onto the london station. I nearly tripped over but I stumbled away and ran, pushing my way through men in suits and vicious red eyeballs.
I was no expert on drugs, but I was pretty sure that the hallucinations themselves couldn't harm you physically. I knew now, without a doubt, that spectres were threats. They could be eating right now... they could have been responsible for Eric's death so long ago! Yeah... alien beings who watch for the right moment, then suck out your soul and replace them with their own kind. What if the red eyes implanted themselves within the person! People couldn't feel them, how would they know that they've been replaced? Have I been replaced? Maria?
I panicked heavily. I had to stop for breath because I began to feel my heart ache. I was on the verge of some kind of panic attack and it did not feel pleasant.
I eventually reached my apartment and headed upwards, arriving in my apartment, I fumbled for my keys, and opened the door.
Then there was nothing. Absolutely nothing inside the apartment, it was exactly how I had left it.
I sat down on the bed, feeling sad. I heard a buzzing sound coming from the fridge. Evidently I had been left a simple message.
I read it out loud to myself, having walked over there.
"Dear Mark. In case you come back in time, I'm in france on business. I'll be there for a week or two, thanks, love Maria. XXX"
"Kiss kiss kiss... love you too honey." I responded to myself.
Well that settled it. France. I could take the car through the spike, it had a highway at the lowest level built around where the eurostar used to be, and was inevitably crushed.
It also wouldn't be too hard to get back to my job if need be, I could rent a spare office near france somewhere for a while if I wanted to. I smirked as I just realized what I had just thought. Work. As if. That sort of job only works if someone is watching all cameras at all times... while I was away, a good couple of floors, including where I first spotted the spectres, were left unwatched. All the spike did was fix unemployment for no benefit for society.
I always thought about that. I needed to be grateful, after all, I had nowhere left to go except the spike and SID. Why did I constantly have to play that over and over in my head?
I sighed, and looked around as I prepared for travel.
I glanced over at my photo of me and Eric.
"Don't give me that look. I'll be back before you know it." I said to the Eric grinning moronically as I left the photo alone with the dusty furniture.