99 Degrees of Torsion Page 2
Our 3 characters are 'sanitary engineers' for an old military
research facility; which is now used for record storage. The on-
site personnel are mostly clerical and maintenance workers. They
usualy work an the evening shift, when most of the personnel are
off-duty and at the recreational malls. Unfortunately, these
all self-important people will not be aware of the significant
event that will transpire tonight.
The fresh, light breeze drifted over the terrain and our
3 characters. Floyd bent down at a likely spot of fungus and
pulled out his pocket liq~hi sprayer and centered his aim on a
particularly fluffy wad. The theorectical egg-timer of important
events popped-off another 'click'!! Almost as quick as his left;
his right hand swept over it with a heli~minitorch. The fungus
congealed to a foggy whitewash color; then to it's famous
greenish brown shade. Moments later, 3 rare small 'spoons'
were scooping up the 'gel'. Each spoon was smaller than normal
and sported a crested insignia of it's own within stylish swirls
of decoration. The ceremony had begun!! Each of them floated
above the clouds and entered the great halls of Valhalla. Each
one heard a kind of music that inspired and lifted them. A
thousand colors flashed and soared before their eyes. One
traveled in the distant future, another dreamed of days gone by;
yet, the last one was suddenly spun and shaken into a fiery pit
of turmoil and bailful cries of fear and terror.
Something was wrong! Yet, there was no one to help. Who
could help him in this little contrived world of his mind ? For he
lay as still as the others, upon the martian equivalent of grass.
He felt his mind twisting into awful dimensions. His entire being
felt as if he were being slowly torn apart by invisible hands.
Unknown to our star substance-abusers; this particular patch
of fungi had been 'marked territory' by a small transplanted
animal which now had populated and lived in the wild on mars. This
introduction of bodily waste and hormoned musk had caused an
unexpected reaction to the enzymes in the fungi. Which in turn
caused their 'trips' to turn into nightmares.
Sometime later, our 3 characters awaken to the martian night
and myriad stars in the sky. They all knew of the possibility of
'spoiled' fungi and the causitive effects . After they had all
agreed as to the reason why ; they looked about for signs of the
intruding animal. Floyd and Myrick half-heartedly wound their way
back toward the facility entrance; swearing to be more careful
of their choice of fungi patches and check for telltale odors.
However, Dorand had a different reaction. The chemical mix
or the set of hormones had set off a hidden switch in his mind.
He was enraged and seething with power ! It seemed that he was
watching this on a Tele-vid screen, and had no real control over
his actions. Yet, he also felt the 'push' of the inevitable as he took
every little step toward the suspicious looking mound of overgrowth
across the terrain trek pathway. By now his companions had noticed
his behaviour and called his name. They called for him to return
to the facility and finish their work. They reminded him that the
temperature would be dropping below '0' very soon.
Dorand heard their pleading voices and steadily moved forward,
away from the facility. He just couldn't stop! His head was throbbing
and the world seemed to swirl outside of his centerpoint of view. His
eyes seemed to radiate intense light to pick up very small changes in
the 'normal' lay of grasses and shrubbery. He was imbued with the
primal skills of a Hunter!! A reversion to an earlier stage of man as the
evolutionists would say.
They all 3, at the same moment, saw the unusual rodent come
waddling out of the shrubbery slightly to the left of Dorand. At this,
Floyd and Myrick, stopped talking and watched the events unfold in
their usual stoic manner. With their mouths open of'course.Duh!!
The rodent reared and beared his fangs in a feral grin. The
pointed pinkish tongue slithered and hissed a warning of sharp pain;
when it looked up and saw Dorand 10 ft away, treading around on
it's turf . Floyd and Myrick were fully aware of the possible scars,
pain, and infection that could be received from such an angry & dang
erous animal. They both thought that the other should go and call
the medibot for Dorand 'cause he is still going that way.
Dorand had no idea what he was doing. He simply felt the pull
to go ahead. He walked on, and the animal stood it's ground and
writhed with promise of jumping for his neck. It's long claws and
toenails digging into the undergrowth and soil.
That egg~timer had rung it's bell !! Dorand had spotted a
piece of old fencing, about 2 foot long, lying near the terrain
treks trail. With a rush of air he dashed over and scooped it up
in his hand. Dorand had the smell hot blood in his nostrils; his
heart raced at a fantastic pace. Within seconds: the rodent
hunkered down into it's 'get ready jump' position and Dorand cleared
10 ft, the trail and the remaining 4 ft to the rodent. As Floyd
and Myrick watched in silence the rodent suddenly turned and darted
back into the shrubbery!!! Dorand missed it with a crushing blow to the
ground; sending small swirls of loose dust and foilage onto the air.
Without blinking or pausing to grumble the miss; Dorand bounded into
the shrubbery barely 2 steps behind his quarry.
The tension released by this act was unnoticed by many and
noted by soothsayers and occultists thoughout the human territories.
10,000 years of the human psche being twisted and distorted by
greed and avarice and every sort of evil or vice known to man.
I.E... Babies are not born with the ability to hate, be jealous, be
greedy or any other vice or evil=it is learned on the stage of Example
from the parents, friends and coworkers or whomever one is exposed to....
from the written works of the famous philosopher 'Phatazz' of the
'Click' of the tension of the spring that binds the spirit to the
heart and mind. From Genghis Khan to Adolf Hitler the twisted demented thoughts are disguarded; a lost innocence begins to find it's way back to
the birthing place. Whack, whack of the blunt instrument that Dorand
welds in his hand. Dorand corners his prey and proceeds quickly to strike
at that loathsome grin and those hatefull glaring eyes.
Wham!! Click!! Whack!! Strike and miss; strike and feel the solid
resistance of the meat and bone reverberate up the fashioned bat to his
arm and to his brain!! As the tension realeases and alleviates that unnatural pressure; the need to continue in this symbolic battle between good and evil
is doubled in Dorand. The bushes and rock formations have torn his clothing
and perhaps soiled them; yet, it does not matter to him as he runs and
chases his enemy. He has realized the reason, the need; the objective is
preordained and it is his duty to strike the final blow.
Myrick laughs and remarks how stupid Dorand is acting; feeling
slightly embarrassed because Dorand and he were longtime friends. Floyd
looks out over the overgrown terrain and absently answers yes to Myrick's
statement. Floyd senses something is different; is it in the air, or is he
having a rare moment of mental clarity. Myrick promises himself to keep
away from the looney people from now on....
Sitting calmly inside himself and realizing what is really occurring:
Dorand sees his birth and life, as well as the birth and life of this rodent
were intertwined previously by whatever powers that be. It is all linking
into a vast chain like people joining hands down through the ages. Each one
passing this hidden ability with the secret message wrapped in itself, to the
next one and so on.
With a sturdiness of it's breed and species; the rodent, now
running through the little paths and rattrails, tries desparately to escape
it's attacker. It knows that death awaits at nearly every turn. Even now
it has a crushed skull, and an eye dangles loosely, there is blood
splattered everywhere- it's blood!! It is determined to either escape or
send this strange human to death's door.
Suddenly, as the final 'click' resounds on a spiritual plane, Floyd
and Myrick hear a scream resound from a short distance away. It was
likened unto the beastual cry of a victorious animal in battle. They
wasn't sure if it were Dorand or the rodent that had made the noise.
The rodent had stopped running; as if to say 'enough, let us end
this' ,and had turned and reared for a jumping attack to Dorand's throat.
Dorand; now beyond stopping or any remorse or redemption, simply
pounced with his weapon and landed several bonecrushing blows to the body
and head of the rodent. The final wail or scream of the rodent was
covered by the all-out triumphant yell of Dorand that lasted through
several full forced strikes of the homemade baton.
Dorand felt the skull give in and crack inward as he landed his
blows directly upon the rodents head. Instinct led his every move in
these final moments. He saw and felt the blood splatter; with a sickly
moist sound echoing in his ears. He crushed the ribs and collapsed the
rodents bones inward upon it's organs. The rodent was dead.
Floyd and Myrick watched calmly as Dorand saddled up to
them with rodent hanging from it's tail in his left hand. ' Hey,
'Tarzan' ya ready to go back to work now ? ' , was all Myrick
could muster for the moment. Floyd explained that they had heard
Dorand's 'primal yell' and figured out what had happened.
Dorand suddenly was himself again and couldn't figure out
what made him do that. It was completely unlike him to go crazy like
that. He did remember the awesome significance of the situation;
as to the reason why, escaped him and his fellow workers.
Within the entire domain of human existence and presence;
a calmness settled . That night while watching the news; the 3 noticed
that the basic approach to human affairs was less threatening and
the ' Bad o'clock News ' would never be the same........