There was nothing left
during the intervention, the attack had gone through so well that
they had cleaned throughly with incredible precision.
It was not common for
them, what they had asked them to do was out of their jurisdiction
and clearly their boss had been forced into this by the powers that
be, far beyond him and everyone else in the department.
The door creaked.
Uneasiness was all
around them, the investigation was not going through as planned, they
had little to put on record and with anxious hands the typewriter
flew, then stopped, a pair of letters, going back and forth, nothing
could come out of his mind to fully put the report into motion.
What was he going to
tell the chain of command, that his team had lost half the men to an
unrecognizable form which they could not hurt with their weapons, he
would be considered a mad man if that was the case; if he was to
consider writing so far fetched he needed solid evidence but there
was nothing to put on the pedestal for him not to take the blame, a
horrendous splash of memories flashed through his eyes, blasts coming
out from guns all around him, handguns were ineffective, shotguns
only seemed to enrage it and the Thompsons did nothing, not a dent,
could not and would not force it back and everything happened in
split seconds.
Then they arrived, he
had never seen them before but he was certainly glad they had reached
them, one of them fired at the thing and it squirmed and bellowed
hard, one of the "arms" dropped furiously on the agents and
he was gone, forever, no, he was not dead per say, he simply was not
there anymore as if he had been sucked out of this reality; they
continued their assault on the thing, two of them protected the
fourth member, he looked old and weary but his eyes flashed with
incredible strength.
Then it happened, I was
aloof.
In a strange tongue he
mumbled, nothing I had ever heard before could be compared to
whatever is it that he said, let alone none of them had ever produced
such a response, the ceiling and ground cracked open, wood and
plaster coming undone as if they were nothing, some bricks became
dust and finally that, whatever it was, had released one final scream
that pierced my ears, blood coming out of the left one, I
instinctively covered my eyes for I assumed it would explode.
It didn't, everything
was in order again, the remaining agents and me looked around in
confusion, the four men were gone just as they had arrived, nothing
made sense but I knew I had no seen things, I was right, I knew
something had happened... I remember now.
"Guard, guard!"
The man screamed, it took a while for the eventual screaming to
receive an answer, a set of eyes came from the small opening on the
metal door. "Guard, I know what happened, I know it, yes, it was
that thing that made this to me, please, I need to see the Doctor"
The eyes moved to the
left and there was a nod, the door opened up with effort and after
the cacophony it produced had stopped the man looked in horror at two
guards coming at him with a third man holding a small syringe with
his right hand, ready to jab it at him as soon as the guards had
restrained him.
"No, no, please
don't, I know the truth, I know what happened, I need to speak with
the Captain!"
"Calm down
Frederick, everything will be alright, it is just another nightmare"
The man pronounced as the guards held down the man in dementia.
"Remember, you have been here for too long, you still think it
happened yesterday but it has been quite some time, a decade at
least, remember the other Doctor, Frederick?"
"Please, I need to
speak with the Captain" The man with the syringe sighed as he
approached the man, he delivered a jab at him and slowly released the
liquid inside for him to calm down.
"There Frederick,
now remain calm and remember that you are here until we can get you
back into this reality"
The man smiled, the door
creaked.