Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrows
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This is my first attempt at a story of this kind, so constructive
criticism is not only welcomed but solicited. I know the TG in this is
more incidental rather than the main part of the story, but I am
thinking of doing a couple of more personalised tales within this
setting, and I wanted to get some feedback before I make a decision and
decide which way to take this idea.
Please do let me know what you think, either by e-mail or by leaving a
comment. Any constructive feedback is greatly appreciated.
Regards,
Nomis
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Some desire us. Some envy us. Some hate us, but all fear us. They fear
what we are, and they fear what we might become. We walk among them,
mingling with them, and they do not know us. They know of us, enough to
name us, but they cannot tell who we are, or what we are.
Ten years ago it began. It began, as do so many, in dreams. Dreams of
clarity, of foresight. Dreaming of a future, of many futures. One day,
my love, I hope you will understand why I had to vanish.
*
I awoke with a start, shivering in the dark room. I have never had a
dream like that one before. Flames, death, destruction. Pain, agony,
loss. I scrabbled for a cigarette and lit it, trying to calm my nerves.
After the first few soul-satisfying drags, I felt more able to think
clearly, and took a look at the clock. Five a.m. No point going back to
bed - I'd have to be up in an hour anyway. I padded through to the
kitchen and switched the kettle on, and sat down to think.
That dream. Why was I dreaming of nuclear devastation? I am just an
ordinary man, who works at an ordinary job - with no reason to have
that thought on my mind. I decided to switch the news channels on, see
if I could take my mind off it.
"And we go now, live, to the devastation wreaked last night in the
north of England. The Sellafield nuclear reactor has just exploded.
Yes, it is Chernobyl all over again..."
This was not what I wanted to see, yet as I watched, the images from my
dream appeared superimposed over the images on the screen. The match
was startling. Somehow, I had dreamed this event exactly as it
had occurred, and (I believed) simultaneously. Fascinated by this
development (and disgusted with myself for being fascinated) I
continued to watch.
*
The dreams continued along those lines. We were dreaming of momentous
events, in history, at the present, and in the future - exactly as they
happened. Hindsight has vindicated this. My love, I hope that you will
believe me.
The dreams continued, and eventually began affecting us while we were
awake. I will never forget the moment of joining....
*
I must be going mad. For the past two weeks I have been hearing voices.
A babble of voices, ghosts on the very edge of hearing, but voices
nonetheless. They have been becoming clearer, calling me, beckoning me
to respond. For the sake of my sanity, I may as well respond.
"Hello? Hello?" Damn, I feel silly. "Anyone there?"
"Ah, another member of the fraternity emerges." A response? I must
definitely be going mad. Feeling more than a little foolish, I try
again.
"What fraternity?"
"You are one of us. Join us. Vanish from the world of men, and join
your people."
*
I did as I was told. This was when you last saw me, my love, nine years
ago. When I, and others like me disappeared. Vanished from the world of
men.
The mental changes were not enough. Soon, the physical changes began...
*
I was lying on my bed, when the first changes began. My senses had
already acutely improved, and I had developed vision deep into both the
ultraviolet and infrared. Suddenly, the world flared into a white-hot
agony, until I fainted. The world faded into a blessed relief of
blackness.
It was two months before I awoke, to find my world radically changed. I
looked down at myself, and then looked away again, unwilling to believe
what I saw. All the changes before, all the mental awakenings and
conversations were nothing compared to this. Somehow I had become
female. I headed for the bathroom, and looked in the mirror, stunned by
how I looked.
Firstly, I was small. I would guess that I had lost maybe a foot in
height. I had short, shoulder-length black hair, and almost white skin.
The most amazing thing was the eyes. My eyes were a combination of
emerald green and deep blue, in a pattern I had never seen or heard of
before. In a daze, I headed back to the bedroom and sat down on the
bed, trying to get my thoughts in order. I seemed to have a phenomenal
sense of balance, and the speed of my reflexes to any sound was
incredible. I set the door lock to prevent anyone disturbing me, and
dropped into a reverie of thought.
*
My love, you would not recognise me now. Everyone who came to our
retreat eventually changed in some way, and we now number around a
quarter of a million. I was one of the first, but not the last.
We did eventually isolate the cause. A retrovirus in our DNA had
activated - the cause of the activation we never found out - and the
small minority of people who had the complete sequence in their genes
became ill. 90% of those died at some stage in the process, but we
survived.
We will soon be gone, no longer to plague the Earth. We have assembled
a starship, capable of carrying all of us to another world far away,
whereby humanity can return and lose their fear of us. I hope you
understand why this was necessary, and one day the sons and daughters
of Earth may journey forth and meet our people again, somewhere in the
far depths of time and space. I leave you this journal, my love, that
you will understand who we are and what we became, for we no longer
consider ourselves to be human. We look human, but we are no longer.
You may have forgotten me, my love, in the nine years we have been
parted, but I will always remember you.
Maddy
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