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 | | Subject: Anti-Christ's Birth; The Solomon Island Mystery Wed Sep 29, 2010 11:16 am | |
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MONSTERS
I felt the strength of the guards who threw me into solitaire. “Idiots, imbeciles, you’re in for the ride of your lives!” Therapy, that’s what they called it. If only they would listen. “I’m trying to warn you that you won’t come back alive!” That they had trouble believing the story was understandable. I could hardly believe it myself. I escaped with my life, and now they wanted to take me back? They had to be kidding.
Okay, so I had gone from one prison on that island to another here in Colorado. The point was that at least I had escaped the physical danger of that cursed island. What kind of people were these? If they did not believe me, why were they wasting their time and money on me taking me back? Why did they have to be such bleeding hearts towards me?
Yes, they were in for the ride of their lives, and there was not a thing I could do about it. They had made up their minds that I was going to be cured and that was that. How could they be so dense? What was the point they were trying to prove with all this anyway? Or maybe, they just wanted extra funding for their asylum next year. This was after all going to be a very expensive trip. Who was paying for it anyway? Was it privately funded? Or were they about to waste the taxpayer’s money again? One thing was sure they didn’t need to pack too heavily. After all, as I had repeatedly told them, they would not be coming back.
“Are you ready for your medication, Mr. Johnston?”
I had had my fill of this place for the last six years. “Sure, pump me full of your venom one more time.”
“A little on the sarcastic side today are we?”
“Just give me the pills and get out of my face!"
“Now Mr. Johnston, am I going to have to call security again?”
“No, just thinking out loud.”
“If you are a good boy, maybe I can convince the chief of staff to let you see a movie.”
“Damn it Carl, just give me the pills.”
“Okay Mr. Johnston.”
There it was, he had made me curse again. Not one of my favorite things to do. Sorry Lord. “I told you before Carl, stop calling me Mr. Johnston. My name is Steven! Is that so hard to remember?”
“And as I keep telling you, we are not supposed to address the patients by their first names. I should’ve stopped you a long time ago from calling me by my first name. Patients should only call their caretakers by their title. Mine is Dr. Schultz. Is that so hard for you to remember, Mr. Johnston?”
“Look, I keep telling you, I do not belong in here. I am not crazy! This place is beginning to take its toll on me. I don’t know how much longer I can take it in here. But then, I know the administration has made the arrangements for our little trip. I guess you’ll just have to see for yourself that everything I have been telling you for the last six years plus, has been true.”
“You must stop repeating these wild tales; they will only make your stay here that much worse. But we will soon put those monsters back in their little box, and if we are lucky, we can cure you from your little fantasies.”
“Damn you Carl!” There it slipped out again. Sorry Lord. “I could almost wish I were crazy for your sake, for all your sakes!”
“Calm down, here is your medicine.”
The pills went down my throat. I had to wait another two minutes before Carl left the sound proof room before doing my usual trick of throwing them up and grinding them to powder. I evenly distributed the dust on the white floor which matched the color of the medication. They never seemed to notice the fact that they had collected on their shoes, the very dust of my existence for the last six years.
They thought it was the pills which were keeping me stable. I knew it was God’s amazing grace. If anyone would have told me I’d end up in an insane asylum while I was perfectly sane, I would have told them they needed serious help themselves. Nonetheless, here I was. I had to get myself locked in this little grave of a cell at least once a month.
I timed my outbursts around my pill taking dates. They would always tell me a few days ahead of time when they were going to give me my medication. They felt they could keep me calmer if they told me ahead of time. This had been my saving grace. I knew it had to be the hand of God having mercy on me. It was the only explanation I could come up with.
God alone knew that I did not belong in this hell hole. I refused to give in to the urge to curse Him. I knew that it was only because of Him I had been able to remain sane in this cursed place. Okay, maybe it wasn’t cursed, but I sure did not belong in here.
Were others in here unnecessarily? I prayed not. My four hours of confinement were almost up. The guards would be here any moment to escort me back to my regular room. They never seemed to notice the fact that it was always when I had to take those wretched pills that I threw my fits.
This had been a God send. This was my one sustaining grace. If I had actually taken those blasted pills for the last six years, I may well have actually needed to not only be here, but to have stayed here the rest of my life!
The guards were coming. I switched my demeanor as would have been expected. I pretended to be a little groggy and doped up. The guards always fell for it. After all, they had no idea I could force myself to throw those pills up after I had already swallowed them. I went willingly when they opened the cell.
I was a sheep awaiting his slaughter. They were taking me back to that dreadful island. I could not stop them from doing their good deed. They were in their own minds, only trying to help me. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.
I did not hate these people, they had treated me decently. I just could not get them to believe that I was only trying to save their lives. My words had fallen on deaf ears. They were about to learn the most expensive lesson of their lives, and the most deadly. Try as I might, I could not help but feel a little sorry for these guys. I had told them the truth, but they only saw a delusionary fool.
They would have to learn the hard way, and that was that. I for my part was getting a little paranoid about having to go back. But I had to keep my paranoia under wraps. I did not want to give them any more reasons to think I truly was crazy. I reasoned that at least they felt they had everything under control.
I was not going to make them think otherwise. This might be my only chance to break free. This might be my only chance to prove my own sanity. Not just to them, but to myself. As I have said, I could hardly believe it myself.
I had survived the island once; I was not so sure I could survive again. If the opportunity presented itself, I would try to escape. Not in the city, they would only find me again. No, I would have to go all the way back to the island. Once there, I could outmaneuver them since I already knew the outlay of the place.
I had lived there a year before I discovered the truth about the place. It had been an accident waiting to happen. It had been a nightmare which I had not been able to wake up from. Now, they were taking me back. They were going to try to wake me up from my dream state.
Fools! They had no idea they would soon be joining me in my nightmare. They would know the truth as I know the truth. They would know what I already know. They would know, and then they would pray to forget. They would pray they had listened!
Back in my normal cell, I could hear the others mumbling and making their racket. I longed for the peace afforded me in the sound proof room. But I had to hold off until my next round of medicine. I had to play it cool. Each and every day had been like a wrestling match. I was pitted against my fellow inmates.
That’s what I called them. We were after all, prisoners of the state, even if not officially tagged as criminals. The bell had rung; it was me against the whole block of poor devils. I had to hang on. The trip would be in just a few days.
This would either be my total salvation, or my total destruction depending on how things went on the island. I had to think positive. I could not let fear take control of me. Even, if the fear was well founded.
I had to keep focused on the positive aspects of this whole thing. It would get me away from this place and these people. I felt for them, but I did not belong cooped up with them. I was a victim of telling the truth to a blind society. I was a victim unjustly accused. I had been declared guilty without a trial. There was no jury of my peers. There was no courtroom decision. No, there was no due process at all, only guilt by admission of the truth.
I could not change my story my integrity would not let me. They acted out of fear not rationale. They heard what they needed to hear in order to deny the truth. They heard a raving lunatic. They heard someone who needed to be locked up while they attempted to bring him back to sane thinking.
That’s all they heard, they did not hear the truth, they did not hear the desperation of a man who knew more about their government than they did. They only heard and saw what they wanted to hear and see. The alternative would have been too much for them. They would have had to admit that they were not in control of their own government. They would have had to admit that the science that they had learned in school and through the media was in fact a lie. They would have had to face the truth. But they were not at all prepared to do that.
Living in a get-ahead society took all their time and energy. There was little time left to spend on government cover ups and military secrets. These were things for their elected politicians and the media to think about. This is what they paid them for. This is what kept them from having to think too hard about things. They were in fact children looking to their elected parents to solve their daily problems. Society had conditioned them well. Their needs were all but met. Why would they even think to question what had been drilled into their heads from the time they began to be educated by society.
Uncle Sam and his counterparts across the globe had done their jobs well. They had not only staged the most elaborate production ever produced, but they had done it all right under our noses, mine included. Had it not been for the fact that my editor in chief had insisted I get some live shots of the Solomon Islands from a personal point of view, I would have been spared the truth. I could have continued living my hustle and bustle life just like the rest of society.
I had been a prisoner on that island. I became a prisoner again when I returned home. The mystery was not why I had been made to suffer this fate; the mystery was how society had allowed this to happen. How we had not kept a tighter rein on those we had elected. This was the true mystery.
How wide and how deep this deception penetrated, remained to be seen. One thing was sure; I had opened “Pandora’s box,” and there appeared to be no way to ever seal it again. Not at least, for myself.
For those still in the dark, it remained a mystery untainted by discovery. Lucky bastards; ignorance is bliss. But they will have to find out sooner or later. I just happened to find out a little sooner than our government would have liked. They hadn’t made a ruckus, they simply handed me over to the nice men to have me fitted for my new suit. I had heard about strait jackets, I never imagined they were so irritatingly maddening. Just my luck I found out through personal experience.
I could point the finger at a number of people. I could shift the blame on society, I could blame my editor, and I could even blame God. But in the end, it was as much my fault as it was theirs. I first had to point the finger at myself. This was my cross to bear, I could not shirk it. My penance was to do my best to help others to see the truth. I knew it was already too late. The powers that be had already been allowed to complete all but the final stages of their project. The Unsuspecting souls of today’s world; they would soon have to deal with it no matter what their status in society was.
“All lights, out!”
There it was the final stage of the day. Another day would begin tomorrow. The darkness could not shut out the screams filling the halls. It was part of the misery we all shared. Nights were the worst. I held my pillow over my ears to deaden the shrieks. I finally drifted off to sleep. I dreamed a good dream. I dreamed of a happier time when I was ignorant with child like aspirations. I dreamed until the morning sun crossed my eyelids and woke me like a gentle reminder of my predicament. I had gotten a good night’s sleep for the first time in months. I attributed this to pure mental exhaustion.
“Good morning.”
It was a soft voice. Not what I was used too in this place. I turned to see the face associated with this voice.
“My name is Dr. Jennifer Cowell.”
She was a stunning beauty. She had the blackest hair I had ever seen. It was long and straight. Her figure was impeccable. I sat up at attention immediately in more ways than one. I saw a slight smile cross her face as she could tell I was more than a just a little pleased with her appearance.
“How are you feeling today?”
Now that question had been on the lips of every doctor in this place for the past six years, but for the first time I actually felt like answering it.
“I’m feeling like a breath of fresh air just crossed my path.” I could tell she was caught off guard with my response. She smiled and continued with her questioning.
“Have they told you about your soon to be trip?”
“Yes.” It wasn’t that I meant to be curt, it was just that her beauty had me tongue tied. I kept thinking I was going to wake up again and it was all going to be part of my previous dream.
“So are you ready to start preparing for it?”
I wasn’t quite sure what she meant, but I would have agreed to anything this beauty was going to be part of.
“Sure, why not. I’ve got nothing better on my agenda.”
“Good. Let’s start with your name.”
“Don’t you know it?”
“Yes, but I need to know just how much you are with me.”
“Why all the way of course.” She sensed the tone and I saw her blush. She quickly recovered.
“Can you relate to me why you believe you are in here?”
I looked down at the floor and thought a minute. “I’m in here for safe keeping.”
“Can you elaborate on that just a little?”
Again I looked down to collect my thoughts. “There are those who think I could cause myself harm if I were released.”
“And would you cause yourself harm?”
“Well that depends on what angle you view this from.”
“What do you mean?”
“If I was to reveal what I know, it might just be the death of me. So in that sense, I guess you
could say that I would cause myself harm.”
“And what is it that you think you know?”
“It is not what I think I know it is just what I know.”
“Okay, so what is it that you know?”
“I know too much.”
“You know too much about what?”
“I know too much about what is going on behind closed doors.”
“You know what is going on behind which closed doors?”
“I know what is going on behind the closed doors of our government, and the governments of the world in general.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Look, I know you have pre-conceived ideas about things. So did I until I experienced what I experienced on that island. Now they want to drag me back there. I’ll go willingly and without a fight, but I will tell you what I have told them. They better be ready to die if they take me back there.”
“So are you planning on killing us?”
“Are you going too?”
“Yes.”
“I hope for your sake you change your mind.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“No, you have it wrong.”
“Enlighten me.”
“I have no animosity towards anyone here. I have been trying to tell them the truth about what is on that island.”
“And what do you believe is on that island?”
“I believe that no matter what I tell you, it will not matter, you are already convinced that I am out of my mind.”
“Why not tell me anyway.”
“You must have read my files.”
“Yes, but I want to hear it from you.”
“Will it make any difference?”
“Probably not, but try me.”
I could not help myself, I blurted out the first phrase that came to my mind. “There are secrets and monsters!” I felt foolish for phrasing it that way, but that’s just how it came out.
“Monsters?”
I knew I was in trouble now. I was still having trouble focusing on the conversation and not on her appearance. Yes, I knew I had probably just blown my one and only chance to convince yet another person of my sanity. Dear God, why hadn’t I phrased it differently? No, I might as well have signed my own death warrant.
“These monsters, what do they look like?”
“Look, it is all in the report you have in your hands. Read it and get back with me!”
“I didn’t mean to upset you, it’s just good therapy to talk things through.”
“Go to hell!” Again they had forced me to curse. “You are not here to help me you are here to see the freak!”
“I think we have talked enough for today, I’ll come back tomorrow.”
“Why? Do you think my story is going to sound any different to you tomorrow or the next day or the next? Let’s get something straight besides what’s between my legs.” She blushed at this remark, but I was very angry at her patronage. “I saw what I saw, and tomorrow I’ll tell you the same story.”
“If you come back later, I’ll tell you the same story. I call them monsters not in the sense that a child calls things monsters, I call them monsters because that is what they are! They are your worst nightmare come true, they are virtually unstoppable and harder yet to kill!”
“Okay, like I said, I’ll come back tomorrow. Until then, try to calm down so we can actually talk instead of scream. Is that agreeable to you?”
“Sure, come back tomorrow, but be ready to listen. Don’t talk to me like a child. I am a man as sane as you are. I just have a fantastic unbelievable yet horrifying story I have to tell to whoever will listen. If you can just let go of your pre-conceived ideas about your government, you just might have a chance at learning the truth about them. In the mean time, try to tell yourself that I just might not be making this stuff up.”
As she got up to leave, Carl came and unlocked the cell. I knew that he had only allowed her to come into my cell because he knew by experience that I was not really violent. He knew I could get angry, and yet not get physical. They had long since removed the straight jacket. They knew I was not going to harm them or myself. I had been without the jacket for two years. They knew I would not hurt Jennifer. I had however, frightened her a little with my outburst of anger.
But now, for the first time in over six years, I had something to look forward too. I had a real reason to look forward to tomorrow. It would be a joy to wake up tomorrow. It would be spring for the first time in a very, very, long time.
The day droned on. I paced the floor and listened to the patients make their noises at each other. I tried not thinking about Jennifer. I tried not to think of how she had affected me. The more I tried not to think of her, the more I realized that it was useless. What else did I have to think about? I could think about how miserable I was. That was not an option. I could think about the misery of the others in this place. That was not a very positive option either. I could think about the trip. That only served to aggravate me.
I sat there thinking of Jennifer for hours. She was the only good thing I could think of to think about. I thought about her black hair. I thought about her beautiful teeth. I thought about how I had blown my chance at befriending her. I thought about how I wished I could have met her under different circumstances. I hadn’t seen any ring on her finger. That was the second thing I noticed about her. The first of course was how beautiful, how perfect she was made.
Why was I doing this to myself? What possible chance did I think I had with a woman of her caliber? Especially now, being here in this place. Still, I could not help but entertain the thoughts. She was a dream come true for any man. She was water to a thirsty soul. She was going to need my help in the worst of ways when we made the journey back to that cursed island. She would need me just to survive, let alone keep her sanity. I felt strangely satisfied that she would be eating her own words. She would in fact be begging for my help.
I seized my own thoughts before they got out of control. What was I thinking? I had to convince her not to go on this expedition. I had to make her understand at all costs! She did not deserve that hell hole. She was an innocent child trying to save humanity, one soul at a time.
A new goal came to mind. I would keep her from going on this trip I had too, for her own good. This would be my new mindset. This would be my goal. I began to work on a plan to either stop this mission of madness, or stop her from going. Whichever of the two was more plausible.
“All lights out,” bellowed the nightly cry.
It was going to be another sleepless night. I lay all night thinking up my plan. I fell asleep with no more of a plan than I had gone to bed with. No matter which way I twisted this story, I saw her insisting on going. No, I knew in my gut that she would be going on this mission of supposed mercy, come hell or high water. It was my last thought before drifting off to sleep.[/size] Available in digital format for downloading at: http://www.smashwords.com 5.00 Type in my name: Jesus Villalobos for my other books Printed versions available at: http://www.borders.com http://www.amazon.com http://www.barnesandnoble.com |
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