Chapter five: Out of his Mind
“Just how did I manage to get here?” I asked.
“Don’t you remember? Took a while but they managed to override your gene locks. Until the nanites got rid of the scale problem. Now he seems to have picked up my skill of jumping into people’s heads. Not sure ho...” He said before turning away. “As if. Humans have proven their superiority over you. They thrive, and build and walk in the daylight.” He yelled into the shadows.
“Err...” Márquez stammered.
“Don’t mind me. Just dealing with a Hierarchy wannabe.” He said to us before turning away. “You lot just sulk in your caves. You call yourselves superior beings. Don’t make me laugh. Compared to me, your just an ant. I’ve had bigger dragons come in here and even Tyxamious the Grim fell at my feet.”
We then heard a thundering roar from a large dragon shaped shadow.
“Don’t use that tone with me.” The other me yelled to the shadow before it disappeared. “Damn feral minds. They think they’re so high and mighty. Guess I better deal with this.” He let out a huff of air. “And you need to deal with out there.”
“Sure you’re still good with this arrangement?”
“Yeah. Can’t stand people. Reality doesn’t suit me. Just like immortality doesn’t suit you. I don’t have to deal with reality in here. And someone needs to help you keep a clear head.” He unsheathed his switch axe and opened it into it’s sword mode. “So. I deal with him in here, you two deal with them out there. Yeah. Great plan Blake, only you would think of that. I do all the work and all you need to do is survive.”
Amazon Rainforest, Brazil (Timeline 43), Local time: 2:35pm, Sunday, 13th of March, 2044
I woke with Carlson’s scaly face hovering over mine, maul open and sparks at the back of his throat demanded that I get the hell out of the way before I become extra crispy. I rolled out of the way just in time, drew the katana from my pocket and unfolded the blade into it’s full length.
“Just relax.” My inner child said in my head. “This can be a very pleasant experience if you just go back to sleep on your own.”
“Back into that prison full of nightmares and stuffed animals.” The feral mind shot back.
“So that’s where my childhood innocence went. I thought it left when I came into the picture. Childhood trauma does leave a mess of things. Given what I came from. I’m not surprised. All you need is one bad day. Or in Blake’s case, one bad week, a riot, seven teenage boys, a loaded gun, a werewolf, a death in the family... and blood. There was quite abit of blood and death and chaos.”
“Enough talk.” The dragon threw himself at me, both mentally and physically. I dodged out of the way and countered with a white lightning spell that caused the dragon some injury and made him crash into the wall.
“Bring it on bitch!” The other me yelled, baring his fangs and my vampire heritage.
Meanwhile, the dazed and electrfied dragon began to regain his footing and charged at me. I raised my fist up to my face, placing the ion field’s focal in front of me, effectively, placing a solid wall of ions and energy between us. The ion field took the full force of the charge and redirected it back at the dragon, sending him back into the wall.
“Lets face it, dragon brawn against human ingenuity and technology, elven magic, vampirc vigour, and faire mana.” The other me gloated. “Just save me the trouble, be a good lizard and lie down.”
The dragon didn’t take the statement well. He made a swipe at my face. I ducked, he missed and left himself open for an attack. I took the opportunity and bashed the side of his jaw with my katana, right where the bone would hit a nerve and send him into a deep sleep full of possibly disturbing thoughts while the mental battle raged on. It didn’t take much longer. I heard a loud roar, then... nothing.
“Next time. Stay down.” The inner child huffed before fading deeper into my head.
I looked around. Carlson was asleep, Márquez still asleep, and we weren’t far from the cafeteria everyone else was hiding in. I decided to rest as well, let my gene locks repair themselves and the nanites remove what was left of the foreign DNA in my system. I picked a scale out of my hair, assumed the lotus position and began clearing my head.
That’s right child. Run from your past. Run from your destiny.
Phoenix, Arizona, United States, (Timeline 43) Local time: 2:42pm, Sunday, 13th of March, 2044
“Voice IDent: Lilith Charlotte Wells.”
“Voice IDent: Charlotte Wells confirmed, access, level one Terran Office of Joint Projects Consultant: Granted.”
I sat beside the pool on a lovely day in the desert city of Phoenix, my long brown hair was wet with salt water, the sun was beating hard on my tanned skin, and my adoptive son was lazing by the pool, his grass green scales reflecting off the harsh cruel sun. I could help but smile before turning back to the laptop computer.
“Connect to the Public Terranet. Open the ABC news twentyfour feed.” I asked. So far, there wasn’t much to report on the news. New colony established on Twilight, Korean Separatists stirring up trouble on Venus, Express Kidnappings on Mars turned horribly wrong when the kidnappers didn’t use enough sedative on the Lycan target. That last one made me chuckle a little. But honestly, I wonder why I even bother these days. Even the celebrities seem to have started to behave themselves. The fans however...
There was one thing that stood out.
“Officers of the San Jose Police Department are baffled by the disappearance of a Generic Recombiner from the local clinic. Commonwealth agents arrived on scene and confirmed Unstable Reality Degradation and quarantined the city, further hindering the contraction efforts in Central America after dispute over the mapping of borders between the Centaurs and Termus Racal Regains and the Human Supremacy crimes in old Mexico City.
“In other news. Lady Sheoth has made an official statement on the appeal made by Jacob Salazar and the remaining members of the Artemus Hunters, saying that they were coerced to confess by a teenager with a sword and a homicide outlook on life. She responded with the words ‘Sorry boys. No take backs.’ and sending each a single lollypop. Their Lawyer’s are yet to respond as there is no official evidence saying that there was a teenager of any description involved.”
I had to laugh knowing the whole story was different to what people were told. But one in ten thousand humans turn into werewolves, no one had any idea why apart from the moon coming dangerously close, the cumberland scar pulling open and alot of wild magic washed across the commonwealth.
And to think, there wasn’t just one teenager involved, but eight. Me included.
I closed the laptop and looked towards the sky. No cars, no dragons, rugs, jetpacks, or even a starship. So different from Terra, 2013. But then again, this was another timeline. A future that wouldn’t happen to Terra. A future I wouldn’t live. I was unique. In all of reality, every version of the physical universe, there was no one else like me, or my friends, and family. Traveling across time, and space and the multitude of possibilities, makes me appreciate what I have. Incoulding... Ignius?
I looked up and found that he was missing from the pool side. I opened my mind and lowed my mental defences.
...can just see the Benjamins just raining down... I heard first.
...who knows how much this creature’s wor...
My eyes widened upon hearing Ignius’ thoughts, I jumped to my feet and ran though the hotel. I reached the road just in time to see the licence plate of the car speeding off, with Ignius looking out the back window with fear in his eyes and muzzle tied. My heart tore itself apart, feeling the fear fade and only sorrow remained.