You knew that this was dangerous to us, you wanted us to get hurt didn't you!!!! It screamed. The face in front of him showed rage, Nathanial was expecting another barrage of shouting when all of a sudden the face changed, it displayed a visage of thought. Well Nate, I think what we need to do is to remind you of who is in charge here. It lifted its right hand to Nathanial's face and clicked its fingers.
Nathanial was falling, the wind was rushing past his face, he could not see anything substantial, the light was still hiding it seemed, he could not see a bottom, nor if he was passing any walls or anything else for that matter. His stomach was beginning to feel queasy, he needed to do something, for he did most certainly not want to see what would happen if his breakfast revisited him.
He waved his arms, happy at the realization that he could move he attempted to speak. "Hey!" he yelled. The word echoed a few times before dissipating, but Nathanial was greeted with no reply. Why had he been put into this situation? He questioned himself. Nathanial thought it over and decided that he welcomed this situation, it gave him time to think, and analyse the situation, and he did just that.
Nathanial tried to remember the first time he had heard the voice, he knew it had spoken as if it had been there his entire life, he also knew that it must have access to his memories if it had in fact not been there his entire life, which Nathanial believed to be the case at the moment. That said, it was only logical that the entity also had access to his current thought processes, which would mean anything that he thought up would also be known info.
"So how do I deal with you if you know what I am going to do before I do!" He said out loud not expecting a reply, and as expected he didn't get one. He knew though that he was being observed, in a sense anyhow.
He flashed back to school life and captaining the basketball team, he had earned that position had he not? Why was he even questioning it? Of course he had.... hadn't he? His mind wandered back to the events leading up to his captainship, the two years of playing point guard, the upset when he gained captainship without being a senior, the images in his mind of the events seems different somehow, slightly perverted, darker...
It was as if the figure had spoken true, his gains, his victories were all stained with the darkness, they were all due to forceful manipulation of the world around him, orchestrated to a consistent goal, for him. He shook his head, could this really be true, was he only noticing it now because he had the foresight. or was this some trick to be played on his mind? It all started to make sense, after all, he wasn't the best in athleticism, he was kept back a year from entering school due to his body growth after all, as if this could have all have happened to him, no something greater seemed to have been at play, and the answer has now confronted him...
He watched Nathanial attempting in vain to work a way out of his current situation, he laughed, knowing that his futile attempts would be in vain, he was in control here, not Nathanial.
[To be continued]
Lieutenant Nathanial Doyle
Chief Science Officer
USS Charon
Lieutenant Nathanial Doyle
Chief Science Officer
USS Charon
