Destination Unknown - Part 36 -

Destination Unknown - Part 36 - Lost Souls.

“What do you mean I had a run in with a slender?”
“You got fucked in your bum bum by a supernatural creature, boy.”
“Sari! What the hell?” –I hiss at her.
“Is that why I keep having these dreams…?”
“Yup.” –She answers ignoring me completely.
“Andrew, please, you need to relax.” –I walk up to him.
“Relax?” –He angrily roars at me, his eyes shoot daggers –“Do you have any idea what kind of hell I went through? Do you?” –He grabs me by the shoulders brutally.
“I do. More that you can imagine.” –I coldly stare at him. He lets me go and drops onto the chair.
“Did it get you too?”
“Not yet.” –Sari answers for me.
“You need to get out of here and forget about us. Tell your boss. Tell your Doc. Tell everyone. Tell them that we are off their list of volunteer canon meat!” –I walk up to her and give the angriest face I can.
“Who are you?” –Andrews looks intensely at Sari.
“Head of security at a very special, very secret government organization.”
“And you hunt these things? Kill them?”
“Why? You want in? To kill a few?”
“No.” –I squeeze out of myself realizing what’s going on.
“Yes.” –He agrees.
“Pack your things then, honey.”

He doesn’t listen to any reason. He just packs and leaves with her. That’s it. I stand for a second looking at the slightly opened door. I sigh:
“Great.” –And walk out after them. Sari waits for me by the jeep while Andrew is throwing his modest possessions into the trunk and gets into the car.
“You thinking of joining us?” –Her triumphant smile annoys the hell out of me. Silently I take the back seat and shut the door loudly.

We ride back to the base. With each passing mile I regret my decision more and more.
“If you frown for any longer it might become permanent, sugar.”
I don’t answer; don’t even look at her, although I do try to relax my muscles. Proves to be a difficult task. I keep quiet even when we get inside and walk along the corridors. They still smell of sulfur and dust. And blood. Everything happened like the apparition said it would. And that is why I need to get Andrew out of here.

The next day we are given ID’s, codes, basic info briefing and all that crap. Then we part. I lose sigh of Andrew for a few days while I am working with the Doc. Though I spend most of the time alone in his personal research lab while he works on his current project some place other than this. I swear if I didn’t know better, I would think this Doc person is nothing more than a walking corpse: so very little emotion in him. Also I find out that Lillithian is a vampire, a true undead as Doc says himself. It is out of my league, so I am kind of unclear on what that means. Nothing pink and plush of that I am sure. I ask about others like her. He politely changes the subject. It is not important. I need to see Andrew and convince him to leave. Well, part of me does. The other half is occupied with studies. The texts and books I got access to are amazing. Some are original works and others are copies; hand written and just scanned. Once going through some of them I notice half of a symbol in the top corner of the paper. It quickly catches my eye and my imagination draws out a swastika. So out of place. A thought crosses my mind. I just sigh and continue reading. I mean. So what if these texts came from the Nazis. Doubt these guys are related to them. Who is crazy enough to think they can bind a creature like that to their will and use it to take over the world? Not these guys, they look smart enough to just try and rid the world of the things. However they might try to use one to do the work for them. Now that thought scares me a little. But hey, not like they going to succeed.
“I see you have already got to the demon related incantations.” –The sudden voice startles me; my hands spring upwards scattering the text around.
“Do you have a name, or should I just continue to call you Doc?” –I turn my head to look at him. He’s not there. Looking down I see him gathering the papers.
“You should keep them pinned together.”
“It is easier to read this way.”
“You can continue to call me Doc.” –He stands up handing me the texts.

He stares into me through his dark glasses:
“I would like you to come with me. I wish to show you something.” –He turns and starts to walk towards the door –“Or rather someone.”
“Oh I don’t want to look at it.” –I say sitting down.
“Subject N and subject S are ordinary people. Please follow.”
“Better be damn worth it.” –Sighing I comply.

“Ordinary people” I repeat his words in my head as we walk down the corridors. I feel somewhat disturbed. When we get to the place that feeling deepens. The room we are in has windows instead of walls and through them I see that the two people he spoke about are none other than Nadina and Sofia. They are locked in separate cells; one across the other. The third wall is black. Must be no one home.
“What are they doing here?” –I move closer to the left window and watch Sofia have a wrestling match with the soft walls. Her eyes are bloody red with black circles around them, she looks nearly white under the bright lights in her holding cell.
“I study their behavior.”
“And?” –I move the other side; where Nadina is. She ain’t doing too well. If the other one is punching her way out of it, she is…doing really bad. Looks like she went against a lawn mower.
“It is different for each subject. She, as you can see, has been scratching herself. We give her a sedative, but it is only enough to get her into a trance like state.”
“Have you checked for sings of possession?” – I turn to look at him. He frowns.
“No. I think these are all symptoms of addiction to a certain drug. Well a mix of them.”
“Like what?”
“Sex.” –The word cuts my ears like a knife and something deep inside me spasms –“The others being the usual ones. I am quite sure that interacting with the creature leaves the victim with a strong unquenchable need.” –He stands near me facing Nadina –“This one has been exposed the longest. Her symptoms are severe. With each day she grows more resilient to the sedative and less resembles a sentient human being.”
“Okay. So why are you showing me this?”
“Because you too have been exposed to the creature for quite a while. Yet you do not show any sings of such degeneration.”
“Yay. I’m special.” –The sarcasm. It always shoots out before I can think about it. Oh well.
“Yes, you are Rita.” –His voice trembles. A faint change in his otherwise monotonic speech. What was that? After sometime of Insanity TV he disturbs the peace in the room –“You are free to come here and observe at any time. Do not try to help them, they are beyond salvation.” –With that I am left alone.

I'm in that room long enough to see the sedative wear off on Nadina and her going loco. Some buffed guys run in. I watch carefully for sings. She is strong, but not strong enough to be considered possessed. The guys have some trouble. In the end they overpower her, put a straight jacket on her and inject another dose. Then I leave.

That experience haunts me to the very evening. No matter what I read or do, the fact persistently sits there in the folds of my brain. Smeg, do I need to bleach it or something?

 “Hey, girl! You busy?”
“Yes, Sari.” –I say sweating heavily in the gyms locker room trying to wiggle out of the sticky clothes. I just finished exercising and am about to hit the showers. Really don’t want anything else; only the nice feeling of cool water hitting my body.
“C’mon, you got a minute. Talk to me a little.” –Her cheery voice sounds to me a little whiny.
“Go talk to someone else. I’m too tired.” –I move towards the stalls.
“I’m scared Rita. Really am. For my men. For myself.” –She changes her tone.
“You do have a pretty scary job.” –I turn to give her some of my sympathy.
“I need to talk to you. Can you come over to my room maybe?”
“Later.” –I say and disappear behind the wall.
“Of course.” -She says under her breath. I barely hear it, but the way she said it burrows into mind along side the two lost souls.