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The Coming of the Silencer
By Oberon
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"We're ready sir," a man in a radiation suit reported. He was holding
a large power cable and was in the act of connecting it to a larger
machine. Around him numerous other technicians were busy making final
preparations for the experiment. Still holding on to the cable, he
looked up toward the glass wall of the command center for approval.
On the other side of the glass a man in a white lab coat spoke into a
microphone. "We have a go," the voice of Hayden Johniken boomed
over the speakers in the pit below.
Upon receiving the instructions to proceed, the man holding the power
cable gave Hayden a thumb up then he began instructing the others
around him to exit the room. "Alright people, you heard the man. To
your stations," he watched the lasts of the technicians exited the
chamber then turned his attention back to the cable.
"I'm plugging her in," he announced to the people in the command
center as he carefully maneuvered the cable.
Up on the command center Hayden, the head of this project, was having
second thoughts on the whole experiment. He looked toward his
colleague beside him. "Are you sure about this Meiou-san?" Hayden
asked the tall woman to his right.
Setsuna Meiou was a woman who looked to be in her twenties thou no
one, not even Hayden, knew for sure her exact age. Besides being tall
for someone with Japanese ancestry her most striking features were her
perfectly tanned skin and dark green hair. She was by definition
exotic.
"You worry too much, Hayden." Setsuna's eyes never left the
technician that was plugging in the power cable.
"Am I?" Hayden replied in a higher tone with a hint of sarcasm. "We
don't even know where it came from or exactly what it is."
In a claim manner Setsuna's reply was almost carefree. "All our data
points toward a temporal navigation instrument," Hayden went silent;
it was obvious that arguments at this point was a waste of breath
since all these words were exhaustively used some time ago.
The two looked on in silence for several minutes before the rest of
the technicians and scientists began to stream into the command
center. The last to arrive was the man who hold plugged in the power
cable. Like the others he took his position next to a computer
terminal and began to monitor the status of the equipment. He studied
the read outs for a moment then turned to Hayden. "Stage one check
complete," he announced to everyone in the room.
"Stage two is a go," another technician announced.
"Final stage check complete,"
Taking a deep breath Hayden pushed his doubts aside. "Alright, let's
take it slow. Take it to ten percent power."
Atop an altar in the experiment pit below, a small device began to
glow with an eerie purple light.
"Power levels at 3 percent of maximum..." a man by the wall announced.
"4 percent..."
"5..."
"No change in activity," a woman across the room control called out.
"8 percent..."
"I'm picking up some minor fluctuations," the same women read aloud
then paused to study her monitor some more. "It's leveling off..."
"We're at 10 percent of maximum,"
"Still no change," the woman announced to the room.
Hayden's eyes never left the device below. "Increase power to twenty
percent." He instructed his assistants.
"WAIT!" one of the scientists shouted from across the room. Suddenly
various alarms began to go off. "There's a power surge in the
system," the guy shouted above the volume of the alarm. His reports
where barely heard by the others but they got the hint. Almost
simultaneously everyone in the room began to panic and scramble.
Surprisingly Hayden was able to remain calm through the noise and the
shouting. He watched, almost dispassionately, at the device below as
the purple light it emitted grew in intensity. It was clear to him
that he must end the experiment or risk a disaster. "Shut the power,"
he screamed to his subordinates.
"Controls aren't responding," someone shouted over the noise.
"Feedback from the device is causing havoc with our systems. It's
gonna..." the man shouted was suddenly cut off as every piece of
electronic equipment exploded. Every person in the room was knocked
down by the force of the explosions but those that were next to the
equipment were struck with a wave of energy.
Hayden woke up to the insistent buzzing of the sirens. He opened his
eyes and looked up but everything was fuzzy. He shook his head to
clear up the cobwebs in his head but the ringing in his ear did not
stop. This was when he realized that the ringing in his ears where
the sound of the alarms. He quickly got up and looked around the
room.
Everyone was still on the floor unconscious. Sparks were flying out
of the computers. Hayden turned to where he last saw Setsuna but when
he looked no one was there. "Looks like she bailed out at the first
sign of trouble," mumbling he braced himself against the glass wall
and slowly got to his feet.
Hayden looked down at the device, which was still radiating energy. He
knew he was in trouble when the light became almost blinding and
getting more so with each moment. He shielded his eyes with a hand
over his face but the light was still streaming through. He quickly
ran through his options. It was obvious to him that the only way to
stop this is to separate the device from the power source.
"But how am I going to do _that_?"
With all the controls destroyed the only way to shut it down was to
physically remove it from the altar. He looked at the source of the
light again and made up his mind. The only problem now was the glass
wall that separated the control room and the experimental pit. In the
corner of his eye he spotted a chair.
"Well, I guess when all else fails..." he grabbed the chair and lifted
it up above his head. "...try brute force." With a mighty shove he
slammed the chair into the glass wall.
The chair impacted the wall with a loud clang. Hayden had closed his
eyes in anticipation to the glass shattering. He opened his eyes but
the glass hasn't even cracked. "Ah hell..." he lifted the chair again
then repeatedly smashed it into the glass. After the sixth try he
finally managed to make web like cracks. His muscles were stringed
but in one last effort the glass shattered. The chair flew out of his
hand and dropped to the pit below along with the broken glass.
Hayden took a stepped back then a deep breath. "The things I do for
the human race..." Throwing whatever doubts he had to the wind he
dived through the opening.
Hayden flew through the air, picking up speed as he descended onto the
altar. Even in the blinding light he could still make out its source
on the altar. He didn't dare to blink for he feared that he would not
find it again. His thoughts were so focused on the object that the
possibility of breaking his neck in the fall never entered his mind.
The path of his descent quickly brought Hayden over the source of the
purple light. Acting on instant he grabbed the object. Almost
instantly he felt intense pain shut up his arm. It was like the key
shaped object was burning his flesh but he didn't let go. In one
smooth motion he swiped it off the altar.
The room went dark as the source of the energy suddenly disappeared
along with the person that had taken it.
Hayden opened his eyes slowly and for the second time that day found
his vision clouded and fuzzy. It took him a moment but he realized
that it wasn't just his vision this time. In fact where ever he was,
it was actually foggy. He walked around but he couldn't find
anything. "Is anyone here?" he shouted to the nothingness.
Surprisingly someone answered. "You are trespassing," a cold feminine
voice echoed in the fog.
Hayden looked around but couldn't find the woman. Confused, he just
stood in the emptiness.
"The punishment," the woman paused dramatically in her speech, at
least it appeared that way to Hayden. "...is death." the cold voice
pronounced from somewhere in the fog.
Suddenly Hayden felt his legs knock out from under him. He fell on
his back and the next he knew he was staring at end of an ornate staff
pointing centimeters from his face.
He looked up from the length of the staff. A long slander white
gloved hand willed the staff with a firm grip. Further up, Hayden saw
the elegant hand belonged to a tall woman in a while leotard with a
large ribbon bow placed prominently on her chest. Still further up he
saw the face of his would be executioner. She was of an unearthly
beauty almost beyond description by Hayden's vocabulary. He realized
that for some reason his mind simply refused to burn her image into
his memory. There was one thing recognizable, the look of cold
neutrality on the woman's face left Hayden with little doubt she
intended to go through with her threat.
As Hayden watched, the woman began to spin with the giant key like
staff held at waist level. To Hayden's astonishment the fog
surrounding them began to gather around the end of the staff. As a
ball of swirling energy formed at the end of the staff the woman
murmured in a low voice. "Dead..."
Hayden was filled with awe and terror. His fear drove him to tightly
close his eyes in preparation for what is going to happen. He could
feel his imminent death and he acted on his first instants. "I'm-
sorry-I'm-sorry-Don't-kill-me-I'll-do-anything!" he blurted out his
words.
Hayden waited for the pain but it never came. Nervous and sweating
profusely, he opened one of his eyes to peak at the situation.
What he saw frightened him even more. The woman was smiling at him
coldly like she had something already in mind. "Perhaps there is
something you could do for me," the woman said evilly.
Reaching into somewhere her hand disappeared for a moment then
reappeared with a bundle of flesh tone paper. Or what looked like
paper as it appeared to Hayden. "Put this on," she said as she threw
the bundle at Hayden.
Hayden caught the bundle then examined it. It was in fact not a
crunched up sheet of paper like he had thought but some sort of suit.
Looking at it he found an opening where he figured the seam should be.
He looked back at the woman, who was now looking at him like before,
like she would not hesitate to kill if he refused to cooperate.
He knew his choice were limited and basically at the mercy of this
woman. "At least it can't be worse than death." Hayden thought
silently.
Without another thought he began to slip into the suit.
"No," the woman interrupted "you most first take off all your
clothing."
Hayden gave the woman a strange look but thought better of it.
Placing the suit on the floor he began to strip off his clothing.
When he was down to his boxers he looked back at the woman.
"All of it," the woman answer his silent question.
He shook his head in disapproval but took it off anyway. He didn't
feel embarrassed toward his nakedness. If anyone should be
embarrassed, he thought, it should be her. "That getup has gotta be
a page straight out of Hustler." Of course he kept these comments of
the woman's attire to himself.
He slipped his legs and arms into the suit then he pulled the hood
over his head. With the suit donned he looked toward the woman
questioningly. She just stared back at him emotionlessly.
Suddenly Hayden felt a great weight compress his body from all
directions. He realized it was the suit's doing. "That bitch!" he
swore mentally. Every part of his body was being squeezed so much
that he felt as if he was going to liquefy on the inside. The bone
crushing pain caused him to scream out but not even a muffled scream
escaped his throat. He couldn't breathe as the suit continued to put
pressure on his body. Worse still was the fact that he was held
perfectly erect by the ridged suit that was killing him. "What a way
to go," he mused just before he passed out.
For the third time that day Hayden found himself passed out on the
ground. As he woke up he could barely see but he could feel that
something was definitely wrong. He stared blankly into space and
didn't even realize he had stopped breathing until the pressure
building in his throat and chest became too much bare. Panic quickly
set in as adrenaline pumped through his system. He struggled to
breathe for a few precious seconds but to him it was like an eternity.
Finally, just before he was about to pass out again he was rewarded was
a breath of fresh air into his lungs.
The fog in his mind quickly cleared. He remembered the accident and
the woman he had met afterwards then the suit. "If I'm breathing how
can I be dead?" He quickly went into action.
He looked around him but his vision was still blurry and something was
obstructing his movements. "I'm still in the suit," quickly he
searched for the seams with his hands.
It took a moment but he finally got out of the suit. At once he
noticed that something was very wrong. He had lost significant muscle
mass, not that he had much of it before but nothing like this. He
looked down at his hands, they were smaller than before but something
else immediately caught his attention. "Are those pubescence
breasts?" He was not a biology-major but it didn't take one to know
what they were. He looked further down and found his penis still
hanging between his legs.
"What 'da fuck did she do to me!" he looked around frantically, hoping
to find the woman that had done this to him.
He found her standing some distant away facing him. Rage began to
build inside him. Ever so slow he began to stack toward woman; his
fears forgotten. "That's funny; I thought she was standing a lot
closer."
The woman was standing in front a giant iron gate, which Hayden noticed
as he got closer. "That wasn't there before," he noted. "She must
have moved me when I was unconscious."
The fog parted as he got closer to the gates and the woman. He looked
up to her eyes and found them a lot higher than where they used to be.
The look of cold emotionless ness was still there in her eyes but
Hayden wasn't afraid this time. Before he even considered the
consequences, words began to fly out of his mouth. "What did you do
to me you BITCH," he especially emphasized that last word.
The only response was a cold sadistic smile of amusement. Before
Hayden could react the woman was holding him with one hand by the
roots of his hair. He tried to fight back but the woman didn't even
acknowledge his efforts. Faster than his eyes could see the woman had
the tip of her staff pressed firmly against his throat. Hayden
quickly seized to struggle.
"Remember, I'm watching you. So don't try anything funny." With that
said the woman casually tossed Hayden through the iron gates which had
mysteriously opened during the struggle.
Flying through the air Hayden suddenly remembered the woman wanted him
to do something. "WAIT! What do you want me to do?"
***
Author's notes:
For those of you who have guessed. Yes, the woman is Sailor Pluto
from Sailor Moon. If you know who that is you should also know who
Setsuna Meiou is. But don't tell anyone. I wrote this in response to
the Ring Senshi series which I had felt has done a great disservice to
the genre. In my opinion that series was the most derivative piece of
rubbish ever conceived. Basically I just got tired all the
unimaginative people who wrote SM TG stories with TGs in the role of
idiots like Usagi Tskino. There are a lot more interesting characters
in Sailor Moon that don't make stupid speeches after all. But the
most atrocious thing in my opinion is the TG's willingness to go
along.
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