Kai
05-01-2009, 10:35 AM
Every Sunday around 8pm the preparations would begin. They took great care and delight in laying out all of the devices that were going to be used. They worked slowly and deliberately savoring every detail. When it was time they would bring out the St Andrews Cross and lay out the next one.
The asylums and graveyards were beyond full. When the change took place, those who could not accept the transformation either went mad or died. There were a few who accepted the transformation and began to transcend.
The one’s who went mad and were left behind. The color ran from their skin and their eyes went pale. They were never seen during the day, but when the sun set beyond the horizon they spread across the land like a blanket.
The mad were difficult to pull away from. Once they saw something they wanted it was there’s for the taking.
In the distance a single bell rang. He felt it move through his body. The flames to the candles in the room began to rise and their bodies melded together. The ringing became louder and he began to wail. Tears flowed freely from his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her.
He was wondering if some sort of virus was spreading across the country. Some sort of super flu for which there was no cure. That evening his mind was filled with vivid dreams of massive upheavals. He was seeing dark and torrid wars, filled with the mad, the insane crawling towards him, seeking out his heat. Suddenly he sat up and was awake. He looked over at her and she was still by his side. Her pale skin looking like pearl in the moonlight. Her eyes opened and he felt as if he was looking into a translucent pool of arctic water. There were almost clear, those eyes of hers. She sat up and touched his face. “
She drew him a bath and they both got in. She ran soap and warm water through his hair and over this body. She rubbed sweet smelling oil and sea salt into his skin. She made large circles over the tight muscles in his back. His mind began to unwind and he started to feel human again. He moved into her and felt her naked flesh press into the middle of his back. She felt so good. She was so warm and he felt so safe with her, as if he’d known her for years. She moved around to face him. She rubbed the oil and salt into his chest. “How are you feeling?” She asked. “I’m feeling better.” He said with a half smile forming on his lips. “I feel stronger and my thinking isn’t so foggy.” “Good” she said. “You’ll feel even better after you eat.”
They sat down at a table that faced a large picture window overlooking the sea. “So how long has all of this been going on? I didn’t even know there was anything going on to begin with.” He said. “Well” she said, “All of this has been winding up for the past several years. Only recently did it start to get bad.” “When it started out there were a few deaths and only a slight increase in the population of mentally ill, but the past few months, things have been growing out of control.” “I’m afraid to think how all of this will end.” “We could either move into nirvana or we could be blown off the face of this
planet.”
The hospitals were filled with the infected. Doctor’s were working around the clock. The CDC was called and they began running a series of tests, trying to figure out what was going on with these people.
It reminded Michel of when he was a young boy. He loved his scary movies. He would stay up to all hours of the night watching movies like Night of the Living Dead or The Mad. He loved any movies that had to do with human’s becoming affected, then coming back from the grave. Anything having to do with medicine fascinated him. He was working on his degree but since the outbreak, the college had been closed down. One can’t really keep a school open when half of the student body has fallen ill.
Michel leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. For the first time in 48 hours he was hungry. He got up and went into the kitchen. He rooted around in the cabinets, searching for something but nothing grabbed his attention until he opened the refrigerator. He saw what appeared to be stacks of raw meat . His eyes rolled back into his head and he picked up the raw meat, tearing into it and ripping apart a piece to chew. God it tasted so good. Michel looked up and into a mirror that was hanging in the kitchen. He saw the blood running down his face and wondered what was happening to him. Michel considered himself an Atheist and he put whatever faith he did have in science. He rubbed his forehead and brought his hand across his face, rubbing it thoughtfully. He leaned into the counter and sighed deeply. He looked out the window and the streets were deserted. He turned around and saw a pack of clove cigarettes sitting on the counter. He pulled one out and decided to sit outside and smoke. As Michel sat on the front porch he pulled out a pack of matches and lit his clove, breathing the sweetness in deeply. He wondered what him and Juliana were going to do. They couldn’t stay in her house forever, it just wasn’t practical. Perhaps they could find other’s who were still alive. There must be other’s out there that were like them, or at least still human. Was there a cure to what was happening? Was it like the Ebola virus, silently slipping into an area where there were too many people and wiping them out so that nature could thrive?
The asylums and graveyards were beyond full. When the change took place, those who could not accept the transformation either went mad or died. There were a few who accepted the transformation and began to transcend.
The one’s who went mad and were left behind. The color ran from their skin and their eyes went pale. They were never seen during the day, but when the sun set beyond the horizon they spread across the land like a blanket.
The mad were difficult to pull away from. Once they saw something they wanted it was there’s for the taking.
In the distance a single bell rang. He felt it move through his body. The flames to the candles in the room began to rise and their bodies melded together. The ringing became louder and he began to wail. Tears flowed freely from his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her.
He was wondering if some sort of virus was spreading across the country. Some sort of super flu for which there was no cure. That evening his mind was filled with vivid dreams of massive upheavals. He was seeing dark and torrid wars, filled with the mad, the insane crawling towards him, seeking out his heat. Suddenly he sat up and was awake. He looked over at her and she was still by his side. Her pale skin looking like pearl in the moonlight. Her eyes opened and he felt as if he was looking into a translucent pool of arctic water. There were almost clear, those eyes of hers. She sat up and touched his face. “
She drew him a bath and they both got in. She ran soap and warm water through his hair and over this body. She rubbed sweet smelling oil and sea salt into his skin. She made large circles over the tight muscles in his back. His mind began to unwind and he started to feel human again. He moved into her and felt her naked flesh press into the middle of his back. She felt so good. She was so warm and he felt so safe with her, as if he’d known her for years. She moved around to face him. She rubbed the oil and salt into his chest. “How are you feeling?” She asked. “I’m feeling better.” He said with a half smile forming on his lips. “I feel stronger and my thinking isn’t so foggy.” “Good” she said. “You’ll feel even better after you eat.”
They sat down at a table that faced a large picture window overlooking the sea. “So how long has all of this been going on? I didn’t even know there was anything going on to begin with.” He said. “Well” she said, “All of this has been winding up for the past several years. Only recently did it start to get bad.” “When it started out there were a few deaths and only a slight increase in the population of mentally ill, but the past few months, things have been growing out of control.” “I’m afraid to think how all of this will end.” “We could either move into nirvana or we could be blown off the face of this
planet.”
The hospitals were filled with the infected. Doctor’s were working around the clock. The CDC was called and they began running a series of tests, trying to figure out what was going on with these people.
It reminded Michel of when he was a young boy. He loved his scary movies. He would stay up to all hours of the night watching movies like Night of the Living Dead or The Mad. He loved any movies that had to do with human’s becoming affected, then coming back from the grave. Anything having to do with medicine fascinated him. He was working on his degree but since the outbreak, the college had been closed down. One can’t really keep a school open when half of the student body has fallen ill.
Michel leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. For the first time in 48 hours he was hungry. He got up and went into the kitchen. He rooted around in the cabinets, searching for something but nothing grabbed his attention until he opened the refrigerator. He saw what appeared to be stacks of raw meat . His eyes rolled back into his head and he picked up the raw meat, tearing into it and ripping apart a piece to chew. God it tasted so good. Michel looked up and into a mirror that was hanging in the kitchen. He saw the blood running down his face and wondered what was happening to him. Michel considered himself an Atheist and he put whatever faith he did have in science. He rubbed his forehead and brought his hand across his face, rubbing it thoughtfully. He leaned into the counter and sighed deeply. He looked out the window and the streets were deserted. He turned around and saw a pack of clove cigarettes sitting on the counter. He pulled one out and decided to sit outside and smoke. As Michel sat on the front porch he pulled out a pack of matches and lit his clove, breathing the sweetness in deeply. He wondered what him and Juliana were going to do. They couldn’t stay in her house forever, it just wasn’t practical. Perhaps they could find other’s who were still alive. There must be other’s out there that were like them, or at least still human. Was there a cure to what was happening? Was it like the Ebola virus, silently slipping into an area where there were too many people and wiping them out so that nature could thrive?