She promised them revolution and she's working the part of taking over everything. This, the Dokkops did not know even though Andrea hinted to them about her plans. She rolled in bed flipping through her phone. She's aware of the new weapon and was assured she won't hurt her.
The phone rang, she looked up and picked it up. The time is 6:35 Am and she should be meeting with her gang for a plan.
"Hello,"
"Elvira, you shouldn't go out today. Though you won't be harmed."
"Alright. I'll postpone my meeting with the gang."
"Is it important you meet them today?"
"Not really… We need to catch up on some plans to move things up."
"That's good. I'll talk to John but don't go out."
She dropped the phone and walked into the kitchen to fist herself some chicken. She laughed knowing they are going to destroy everything soon and she will have an avenue to launch her final plan.
"All of them need to die. All of them."
She flipped the chicken and added some ketchup to a plate with sliced onions and some broccoli.
"How on Earth will they want to live forever? Why would anyone want that? I'll make sure I kill them and the islands will be mine alone."
She spank the chicken with a spoon, laughed, and walked toward the oven.
"I'm going to bake them. How on earth. Almost three centuries."
She walked into the room and climbed back in bed tugging over herself the duvets and singing slowly a song she found while reading ancient folklore.
***
Sam Peterson knows who and who he needed to work with before agreeing to be Alex's gateman. Though he came from a family of assassins he loved magic and ancients herbs. Most people never know this about him until that night Alpha was out of this realm. Catherine earned his list and Damien then later Alpha. Alpha was appeared first to him as suffering from ADHD but then he resorted to saying we are all on the spectrum.
Martha Stewart was his teacher. He secretly went to her as a child when his parents asked him to go to school but then he took a liking to the art of fencing and photography. One his chair hung a vintage camera with a front broken lens and to the left, on the floor, is a stack of books covered in dust.
Damien walked in. His iglets shining like they are the only thing in the room. He smiled.
"I saw your call."
"Sit down. Here are things you need to know. Alpha would have died if we did not suck those out of him. We have to do something about this before this pathogen spread."
"Do you understand what's happening? I don't. I wish I could."
"Overwhelming experiences make some people tore. Others give up. The thing is a weapon beyond our present science though some quantum mechanics could explain it. I don't think we have much time."
"Alright."
"Get Alpa's shirt. The one he wore that day. We are going somewhere. Catherine will come with us."
"Alright." Damien went back into Alpha's room, he found him sleeping. For three days he has been sleeping. Waking up with shouts from a haunting nightmare he barely remembers. People in the city have started running down too. A second wave came like the first one but this time more people died in the course of hallucinating, nightmares, and the invisible shooting.
He got what he needed and stumbled out of the room. Quickly he checked on Catherine, she seems to be awake with a book covering her face. She has been sick too.
"What do you want, Damien, " she said. Sarah turned to face her then glanced over at Damien.
"Sarah, how are you? Catherine, I we need to talk."
"Don't take her too far you know…"
"I'll make sure she's fine. Catherine shall we?"
When they got to Sam's room they found him peeping into a microscope. Something dark is on the plate.
"Come and have look," he raised his head. "Catherine, how are you?"
"I'm good. What have you found?"
"Have a look. The molecular structure could be reduced from this."
"Have the shirt."
Catherine peeped for about a minute. The patterns are stronger with a weak bond but potent.
"Guys, those molecules are crazy. Like when you lay on your back you encourage hypofrontality (blood pooling to the back of the brain)."
Damien peeped too.
"Are you saying this affects the sleeping circle?"
"Something like that. It drags the orientation of consciousness into the archaic unconscious. All while the ego is taking a nap ... The greater demons shall emit when the ego's in its pit."
"I get it now," Catherine said, "Since our ego forces down the demons, once suppressed we are uncontrollable."
"Yeah, something like that."
"Then we have to stop this before it messes with us all. We don't want this."
"That's why we are here," Sam said.
"Sarah will tag along. She's good."
"I know," Sam said, "But we need a brilliant mind to stay behind too. She'll handle that fine. Elvira might come around."
"Are we getting germ cloud from this?"
"Yeah, the shirt will help. We need to compare the molecules to know if this hasn't evolved."
"This remains within us. We should keep the people away from being too paranoid."
"But they already know something is killing them," Damien said.
"Yeah. Information overload makes a person not thinking solution drop dead. Though the stuff is killing. We don't know when the next one will strike."
"We can model that and predict when it coming. You know this…"
"Let's get going. What is next?" Damien asked. He has become paranoid about everything since he saw Alex in Infront of that car. The wave hit him another way and that's the hastiness in how he wanted things. He remembered as a kid in school, Mrs. Wahl always told them they can learn the kind of power that no one understands but the learner. Now he sees them trying to learn the power of the elites. Though they've been controlling a gang after he left with Alpha, the Danim, and the mutts.
Mrs. Wahl's words rang in him. She said: "Powerful people mystify the process and legitimate their position with ideologies and embodied material force."
He signed and said:
"What is next? We need to move."
"Calm down, Damien. I need to get something first."
Catherine walked over to him. She glanced at him for a while then said:
"Damien, what's happening? I know we are all consumed…"
"There are so many things no one knows. I see something many don't. I'm pretty sure I'm right too. Because I study and think."
"We'll get to the end of this. Chaos always has a timeline."
"Optimism again. Though they said werewolves don't feel much, I'm different. It seems all I can offer is a boyish cry of grief rage and anguish."
Catherine walked up to him and held his face in his palms. She squeezed his cheeks.
"You've been a brave man since I know you. I don't think you are what you just said."
Sam came out holding tines longer than the average ones on forks. He smiled and said:
"We should get going. Probably we'll return overmorrow."
"Where are we going to?" Catherine asked.
"The bower. We'll stay there. We have so much to do. Let's get going."
Damien's glabella shrank. He felt like his paranoia will get in his way.
"You must know that I GET that it's not couth to whine," he said, " I'm not pulling any black tang."
"It's alright,"
"Let's get going. We need to be there sooner."
***
Two hours after they left Alpha woke up from another nightmare. He wambled and fell back in bed. He covered his eyes and when he opened them the phosphenes looked different. They were like particles merging and forming an army against him.
Sarah was sleeping in the other room. She could not hear him when he started talking to the mirror before him.
"I agree with you that no one deserves it. No one. I'm just offering my mind to the gods as a gift to the reader."
He grabbed the mirror closer to his face and rested it there.
"I haven't been appreciated or liked or all that fortunate my entire life. It proves life is unfair. It proves I've been heartbroken and it proves I'm a bad pimp."
He started crying like it was his first vagitus. He sat back in bed with the glass still in his hands. He glanced continually at himself then cussed at everything.
Even if I disobey I still am here on this MAD cruel, unfair shit show of disappointing life. I miss my mother. Damn my father." He dropped the mirror and curl back in bed. He glanced at the ceiling and continued mumbling.
"Voilla I have attacked everything that everyone knows is sacred and unassailable. I'm disappointed by humans. Everyone. This is not racism. And if I hate my childhood friends, it would be correct but I don't hate Damien. I love him but not in the way he loves me."