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THE LONG FIGURED CREATURE
Paranoia, and a want for the supernatural, is a bad combination. It was one a.m exhausted, I tumbled to bed when my phone started ringing. It was brendan a good friend, but one who didn’t understand the norms of calling, apparently. I really didn’t want to talk, but I felt like I had no choice but to answer.
“There’s something out there….”
He sounded scared, he sounded desperate.
“I don’t know what to do, I think I’m being followed” he said in an airy tone,
“I don’t think you’re being followed”, I replied. “Ok….where are you?” I asked with extreme scepticism.
“I’m by the graveyard, I know it’s hard to believe, but there’s something out there”
“Ok, ok, I believe you, what’s out there?”
“Um...it’s a tall dark figure, with really long fingers, whatever it is, it’s not human.”
“Hmmm, interesting. Could it be your Imagination?”
“You’re no help, I’m gonna hang up.”
“Wait, what if the monster gets you?”
“See you tomorrow sebastian”
Brendan then immediately hung up. I tried to fall asleep after that, but I couldn’t help but wonder, if what he saw was real. Was something like that even biologically possible? I wasn’t sure, but the one thing i was sure of, was that he sounded scared.
The next morning was an interesting one. The idea of this long fingered creature occupied the majority of my thoughts, not leaving room for much else. I had to find out if it was real or not. As soon as I could, I caught a bus into town, yes, it was a little suddon, just abandoning my family like that. Leaving them in veneta while I leave for the sake of a mystery. I did feel a little bad, but I was too intrigued to let it bother me. The bus from veneta was about as sketchy as any supernatural creature, and I often had to convince myself it was worth it just to ride. But, lucky for me it was early and there weren’t many people on the bus.
By the time I had gotten In to town it was already noon, the hot sun, grasping me with it’s tight heat, was made worse by the big wool coat I had used this morning to fight off the bitter cold. I quickly ripped it off only to find noticeable sweat stains in every embarrassing spot on my shirt. The feeling of damp cotton hugging my moist skin was an uncomfortable feeling, but I knew it would get so much worse, when I eventually make the 2 mile hike to Brendans house. But, the intrigue and mystery surrounded this long fingered creature was too much to resist, so I decided to just bear it all, and solve this damn mystery.
With three loud knocks, Brendan rushed to the door.
“Sebastian, what’re you doing here?” He asked.
With a wide grin I responded, “I’m here to hunt a monster”. He looked at me in shock for a few seconds. Then with a chuckle he said “let’s get to work. We spent all of that night surrounding that graveyard and waiting for this creature to show up, and probably slaughter us. But as it is with many good stories, it was just fiction. We never did find out if this long fingered creature was real, but every time I walk alone at night, or see something in the corner of my eye, I can’t help but feel a little tense. Because, if you think about it, all the best stories come from a place of truth.
THE MINDS OF MADNESS
The factories ran New York. They had every politician in their back pocket, and due to the ignorance and greed of politicians, The Factories had free reign over the city. The New York skyline was engulfed by smog, so much so, that a constant dimness surrounded the streets. The people of new york did not like the smog, but the factories filled their pockets so much, they had no choice but to deal with it. People were happy, but if the factories kept their free reign, the climate would collapse and the ozone would disappear. No one wanted to do anything about it. Until a man by the name of John Doe, spoke out against the factories. John sought out to rid the world of the factories, any way possible. John’s rebellious and violent behavior inspired many people across New York to riot and protest. John was the Mind behind the Madness, or so the media had referred to him. Eventually, the riots got so bad, everyone associated John Doe was exiled from the city, and out of this band of self-righteous exiles, the members formed ‘The Minds of Madness’.
It seems like a commendable cause, or at least that’s what I try to convince myself. But it gets less and less believable after each job. Innocent People get wrapped in it, or ‘necessary casualties’ as my dad puts it. An organization that will do anything to get the job done, is one that can’t get anything done, and that’s where my father's judgment shows its faults. We were all huddled inside a dark inconspicuous van about to put our biggest job yet in motion. The seats were cold, very cold. The Seatbelts hugged me so tight, I could barely breathe. It smelled terrible, turns sweaty anarchists who haven’t showered in weeks, doesn’t give off the best aroma. But as snug, as it was, we had to deal with it, and go through with the job. We were going to bring down Capital Hall. The crew was made up of five people. My father, the captain of the team, he had been in the Minds of Madness leash for over 20 years now, he was a brave man but had no self-respect... Joshua, a small stature, tactical genius, with glasses as thick as bulletproof glass. Henry, a man who kept mainly to himself, he was good with a lock, but that’s all I knew about him. Baily, a cute blonde girl with the brains of Einstein. She was the only one I could actually stand to be around, then there was me I wasn't particularly smart, but I had bron, and determination, I was as more stubborn than a mule running a film company, that’s what my father thought of me. However, he didn’t think much else.
“Alright team, this is possibly the most important job we have, or ever will do”
My father said, staring directly at me.
“Stick to the plan”
He got real close to me, and start talking in a quiet and intense tone
“Don't let your emotions cloud your better judgment jasper.”
The van halted to a stop.
“Let’s go”.
We all left the van at separate times, every ten minutes the next person would, as to not attract suspicion. I and my father went out together. He didn’t trust me, probably for a good reason. As we walked towards the front entrance I started getting nervous, could I actually pull this off? The capitol building looked so different in person. It looked real. Not like a plan sheet, or blueprints, but a real place with real people. You could hear the city life surround the building it wasn't loud, but quiet and busy. everyone wanted to keep to themselves, and so did I. My father noticed my hesitation and knocked it out of me, with a quick whack to the back of my head.
“This is happening Jasper don’t fuck it up.”
He was right, this was happening whether I wanted it to or not.
As I and my father walked in, I couldn’t help but notice the people around me, they had no idea what was about to happen. This was just a normal day for them. This didn’t feel right. We were bringing justice to the world. But did we really have to sacrifice these people? And if so how many more people would we have to sacrifice before the cause was complete. It made my stomach hurt. I overheard my Joshua speak to my father.
“The explosives are in place, ready when you are”
These people were going to die, I had to stop that from happening. I rushed to my father.
“Dad, we can’t be doing this”
He gave a look of immeasurable disappointment,
“What did I say about your emotions son”
I looked down to my feet.
“We don’t care about casualties, how are we any different from the factories”
He looked at me in silence. Then gave the signal.
“Everybody get out!” I shouted, as my dad socked me in the face, flooring me in an instant. He and the rest of the group ran for the door. I heard a gunshot, then another and another, they were so loud it was like someone clapping both your ears, but indescribably worse. Suddenly my entire team was lying on there motionless. I could taste the blood in my mouth, like vomit and iron. I scrambled to my feet, Two cops ran up behind me and handcuffed me. The cuffs were gripping me with a sharp cold force.
Had I just killed my friends, yes I had just saved the people inside, but at what cost. Was I any different from my father, sacrificing my friends...for the greater good.