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[USS Charon] SD240912.13 || Duty Log || "Erudition" Part IIb - Lieutenant Nathanial Doyle
Told you.
'Oh great' he tried to say as he collapsed to the floor.
'Oh great' he tried to say as he collapsed to the floor.
Everything went dark, it wasn't black, it was dark, light seemed to pull away from his vision as if afraid of him, as if it wanted nothing to do with the section of space that he filled, it pulled away to just within sight, as if keeping an eye on him, allowing just enough light to know that he wasn't engulfed in blackness. He walked forward, the light keeping the distance between him constant. He tried to run, but to no avail. Then he felt it.
He had wondered why the light would shun him, but he could feel it, could feel what the light was afraid of, it wasn't afraid of him, it was afraid of what was standing behind him.
Nathanial slowly turned, his peripheral vision first spotting the figure, he breathed in and turned the rest of the way a quickly as he could. He was never a fan of slowly pealing a band aid off, always taking the rip it off as fast as you could method, and that method was evident here now, with his confrontation of the figure.
It was hard to make out any distinguishing features of the figure, it was the same height and build as him, it had two arms and two legs, as well as a head. Then it grinned, ivory white teeth beaming as if search beacons shining out against the surreal darkness.
A chill ran from the bottom of Nathanial's spine all the way to his neck, he shook as it ran its course.
Ahh Nate, so good of you to come visit me.
That voice, Nathanial stood dumbfounded, he knew what was before him, like a light bulb popping above his head it flooded his mind. And as if by some cruel joke the area around Nathanial lightened, from some source of light? The light was just enough for Nathanial to see the perfectly exact copy of himself standing in front of him, grinning. The same face, the same arms, the same scars, and his haunting eyes, Nate knew that he was facing the voice that had so vicariously challenged him of late, he knew... the voice.
You should really listen to me more often Nate, did I not warn you that you would collapse, I am here for you after all. I've always been here with you, you can't deny that Nate, you know I have been here, do you remember Ronald Ferner, the Captain of the basketball team in high school, I know you do, it was I that usurped him from his place of power, so that you could rule, all the women you've lusted for, they were brought to you by me, you are only here now because of me!
Nathanial tried to speak, but as soon as his mouth opened, blackness started to enter and fill his mouth up, he gagged and quickly closed his mouth before any more of the darkness could enter. He knew rationally that this could not be real, so he decided to close his eyes. Nathanial's heart rate began to race, closing his eyes had done nothing, it was as if he did not have eyelids, the scene had not changed, the self personified visage still stood grinning in front of him, he tried to turn away, but found himself immobile, his heart pounded even more.
Whats wrong Nate? the dark voice asked with what seemed to be sincerity.
The figure stood there, Peering at Nate, watching him, analysing him. Nathanial tried to move, tried to make a noise, tried to do anything, but to no avail.
The figure erupted in a vile laugh. You knew this time would come, you owe me, I have done so much for you, and this is how you repay me? Dragging our body into this suicidal situation!!!!
[To be continued]
Lieutenant Nathanial Doyle
Chief Science Officer
USS Charon
