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 20th century. '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........

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