Vrin_ Ten Mortal Gods Part 16

"We've already won." won." He laughed. "This world will dissolve, and things will continue on as if it had never existed." He laughed. "This world will dissolve, and things will continue on as if it had never existed."

"What's in it for you?"

"You wouldn't understand if I told you."

"Try me."

He sighed. "I will be a true G.o.d. will be a true G.o.d. I I will sit at the right hand of the ancient one." will sit at the right hand of the ancient one."

"You're mad." mad."

He laughed. "Your limited intellect cannot comprehend the magnitude of what is going on here! We will use Vrin to change the outcome."

"What? By destroying it?"

"Not by destroying it, by transforming transforming it! You do not understand now, but..." it! You do not understand now, but..."

"ENOUGH!" hissed the figure in the shadow. Then it stepped forward.

My heart constricted with terror. My eyes darted back and forth looking for a weakness in the trap. But found none. Through the transparent barrier, I saw the woman and child begin to tremble. The young girl huddled in closer to her mother as they both cowered over with expressions of horror painted on their faces. I had let them down. I had let everyone down.

Dusky light fell across the grotesque disfigurement of the dark, slightly bent body of Kric' tu. More specter than man, its form was tall and thin, with dark eyes sinking into a fleshless face. Patches of dark flesh, which looked sewn on, hung from its sickly gray skin. My stomach wretched to look at it.

He moved closer, expelling an airy laugh. "Look at you, Thomas. You are so angry, yet, you don't even know what you are fighting against."

The voice was familiar, but I couldn't place it. And-- why did he call me Thomas? Thomas?

"I am truly horrible to look at, am I not? How clever of G.o.d to represent me as such. Do you know that in Ethral I am the most beautiful of all angels?" He turned away slightly. "But things are not always as they appear."

"If you are so, wonderful..." I tried to keep my voice steady, "then why are you bent on destroying Vrin?"

"I cannot say." He took a step toward the woman and child. "He is watching. He is always watching."

"--Who is watching?" I said, hoping to stall him.

"You are strong like him, Thomas. And your power must be added to my own." He took another step. "But first you must endure the darkness. On the other side, things will be clearer. After you have made the decision."

"What decision?" decision?"

He hissed a laugh. "You must decide to follow your own heart, and cease being a puppet of G.o.d. Man will grow beyond the box G.o.d has put him in."

I was trying desperately to follow his riddles. If I could not properly respond, he might lose interest in the conversation, and I was not done formulating my plan. "And this world represents a threat to that process?"

"Yes," he hissed.

"So-- you would like to keep the scales balanced toward evil."

He sighed in annoyance. "We are not evil. evil. We are chaos. You do not understand, but you will." He turned sharply, and with a withered hand, effortlessly pulled the child from her mother's arms. The girl let out a desperate scream and I flinched as he struck her across the face. We are chaos. You do not understand, but you will." He turned sharply, and with a withered hand, effortlessly pulled the child from her mother's arms. The girl let out a desperate scream and I flinched as he struck her across the face.

I felt so helpless! helpless! What could I What could I do? do?

Kric' tu's gnarled fingers twisted into the girl's hair as she began sobbing uncontrollably. "These two pose a threat to us."

"A threat! They're harmless. harmless. They've done They've done nothing nothing to you!" to you!"

Kric' tu produced a knife from his long dark sleeve.

"Take me me instead!" instead!"

Rath laughed. "We already have you!" he said, stepping forward and putting his hands on the woman's shoulders to keep her from rising.

"If they live," hissed Kric' tu, "Gaza will find the hope he searches for." He adjusted his grip on the struggling girl. "That is simply unacceptable."

"Gaza's been warned of your plot!" I said sharply.

"Armadon?" He smirked. "He has been taken care of."

"That's a lie!"

"Your army has been crushed. And now it is time to extinguish the last flame of hope for you and your so called cause." cause." The knife moved quickly to the young girl's throat. The knife moved quickly to the young girl's throat.

"MOMMY!"

Pulling my pistol from the holster on the small of my back, I gripped it tightly, and began moving toward the veil. Both Rath and Kric' tu leaped back in surprise as I began firing rounds directly at Kric' tu's head. Only one bullet needed to get through. Just one! Just one! My anger increased. Kric' tu flinched as bullet after bullet smashed into the barrier. Round after round chewed into the s.h.i.+eld. And my fury continued to elevate. --But then the weapon began to click. My anger increased. Kric' tu flinched as bullet after bullet smashed into the barrier. Round after round chewed into the s.h.i.+eld. And my fury continued to elevate. --But then the weapon began to click.

And the power left me.

The gun was empty. Not one bullet had pierced through. I hurled the pistol at the gla.s.s. It cracked, but instantly the tiny fragments began fusing back together. Rath was fortifying it!

I slammed full force into it with the metal of my shoulder. But it was no use. Rath laughed, and as I glared at him with a growing hatred, a new resolve began to build within me...

But what happened next will haunt my dreams forever. Kric' tu's blade slid smoothly across the young girl's throat, and I watched in horror horror as her life's blood drained from her. The expression on her tiny face was more surprise than fear, as though she did not understand what was happening to her. He opened his gnarled fingers and her lifeless body slumped to the floor. as her life's blood drained from her. The expression on her tiny face was more surprise than fear, as though she did not understand what was happening to her. He opened his gnarled fingers and her lifeless body slumped to the floor.

I beat my fists against the barrier with fevered aggression. "Noooo! I'll kill you! I'll KILL you!" "Noooo! I'll kill you! I'll KILL you!"

"Not likely," he said, with a twisted smile.

Rath dragged the woman to the girl's b.l.o.o.d.y form. She wailed and clawed at him, but he held her tight with ease. His eyes held no remorse. No guilt. How could such a monster have been chosen for this experiment! How could such a monster have been chosen for this experiment!

Kric' tu grabbed the woman's hair and pulled her close. No! Things were moving too fast! I needed more time! There had had to be a way to stop him! The woman's face was wet, and her pleading eyes dug deep into my soul as she mouthed the words, " to be a way to stop him! The woman's face was wet, and her pleading eyes dug deep into my soul as she mouthed the words, "Help- me."

I was completely powerless. No. WAIT! No. WAIT! I could not manipulate the threads around me, but I still had I could not manipulate the threads around me, but I still had my my threads! I got up and turned my back to the scene. "I do not care to watch any more," I said, desperately hoping to allow myself the few short seconds I needed. threads! I got up and turned my back to the scene. "I do not care to watch any more," I said, desperately hoping to allow myself the few short seconds I needed.

Kric' tu's voice floated in from behind me. "No stomach for reality, Thomas?" he taunted. "Perhaps you are not the man we thought you were. You're allowing your spirit to get in the way." He paused. "You know, you were not always a puppet of G.o.d. This place has done something to you. --No matter." There was finality in his voice.

I was ready. "There is one last thing I would like to say," I stated loudly.

"Yeah. What?" What?" said Rath. said Rath.

"This!" I turned, and falling away from the veil, rolled until I hit the far wall with a clank. What had once been my hand skittered across the floor and came to rest next to the barrier. The deafening explosion created a shock wave that pinned me against the wall. The pressure pushed in on my sealed ear pa.s.sages. My armored body shook as the walls quivered.

I rose quickly and sprinted toward the barrier. Through smoke and dust, I saw an opening, hit the ground, and slid through to the other side. The ground was slippery from the young girl's blood.

Kric' tu had not yet risen from the blast. I scrambled across the floor and grabbed him with my remaining hand. He was confused, but I clarified the situation with my stump, which came rus.h.i.+ng toward his chest with a spike protruding from it. It sank in deep.

A smile crossed his ghoulish face. His teeth were rotted, and his eyes, empty. He began making the guttural noises of Arganis, and a searing pain shot through my leg. I rolled off him and clutched at it. The burning was unbearable unbearable as it spread throughout my body, engulfing me! My mind locked up. The room swirled around me. And I fell into darkness. as it spread throughout my body, engulfing me! My mind locked up. The room swirled around me. And I fell into darkness.

I awoke to find myself back on the other side of the transparent barrier, with the room spinning in nauseating twists. I was unable to stabilize my vision, but could see Rath, standing just beyond the barrier, alone. His voice came to me, thick with arrogance. "That little trick with the bomb was quite clever, Sam. It will be glorious when you come to the side of chaos-- but that will have to wait." He chuckled. "Because first, you must experience the nightmare."

"You'll never hold me," I said weakly.

"What was that? I'm sorry." He jeered. "Could you say that again?"

Though the effort was incredible, my stubbornness would not allow me to remain silent. "You'll never hold me," I said louder through gritted teeth and spit, almost pa.s.sing out from the exertion.

His laughter filled the room. "I'm afraid you are quite wrong about that. that. You see-- you are going to be my guest, for a very, You see-- you are going to be my guest, for a very, very, very, long time." long time."

I tried again to speak, but my voice would not come. He walked away-- his laughter stabbing at my heart, his form fading from view, until he was gone. As the ma.s.sive stone door encased me in my tomb, the light began to fade, until I was in complete and utter darkness.

I wished for sleep, but it would not come.

CHAPTER 15.

HAVING A FAMILIAR RING.

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My first efforts to move were excruciating. So I lay still, breathing shallow breaths. An attempt at rolling to my side ended abruptly with a sharp pain stabbed into my back, informing me that my left wing was broken. I struggled to sit up, but dizziness overtook me. I fell back down against the hard sticky ground. --I guess I would have to wait a bit on the whole moving moving thing. thing.

The room was dark as soot, but smelled of something far worse. With each breath my stomach wretched from the noxious odor a.s.saulting my senses. To my left, was a dripping sound. At first I had to strain to hear it, but the longer I lay there, the louder it got. Each drip echoing through the chamber in a maddening rhythm, playing upon the strings of my emotions with a sinister hand.

The chill pa.s.sed through my armor and into the very depths of my bones-- but I was too tired to s.h.i.+ver. The encounter with Kric' tu had pushed my body far far beyond the point of exhaustion. Whatever he'd used on me caused my body to tighten so violently, every muscle had ruptured. And it wouldn't be long before the shock wore off and the process of healing began. This I dreaded, for I knew it would be extremely painful. beyond the point of exhaustion. Whatever he'd used on me caused my body to tighten so violently, every muscle had ruptured. And it wouldn't be long before the shock wore off and the process of healing began. This I dreaded, for I knew it would be extremely painful.

Pain stabbed at me again as I made another attempt to roll over, but with much satisfaction, I made it onto my stomach. The cold sticky ground offered no comfort. The pain from the wing was almost unbearable, so I reached into my mind in an attempt to remove the pain, but nothing happened. I tried again, this time making a suggestion to my subconscious, like I had done with the injured soldiers, but again I failed.

It made no sense, the technique had worked wonders for the soldiers. Why not for me? My mind struggled to understand, but there was too much interference from the searing pain.

A rush of air escaped my lungs as I tried to move to a kneeling position. It was no use, the broken wing was a dead weight against my back. I would have to remove it if I hoped to get anywhere. With this in mind, I pushed my energy out into the threads of the wing, but nothing happened. I tried again and again with the same result. The threads did not respond. My powers, were gone.

It took a moment for the reality of my situation to fully sink in, but when it did, it hit hard. And something inside me snapped. I began thras.h.i.+ng about, clanking and sc.r.a.ping and screaming at the top of my lungs. All of my anger lashed out at the universe for my stupidity! How could I have been so so arrogant? I thought I was arrogant? I thought I was untrappable! untrappable! I thought I was I thought I was invincible! invincible! But I was wrong! And now my fate was sealed, like the door to my tomb. But I was wrong! And now my fate was sealed, like the door to my tomb.

Eventually my aggression dissipated, and I lay still on the chilled ground, my chest heaving with each labored breath. What was I thinking? What was I thinking? This whole thing stunk of a trap. I This whole thing stunk of a trap. I knew knew it, and yet I'd continued on! Was it the power of the web effecting me? Was it my belief in the righteousness of the cause? I thought no one could stop me, not even Rath or his demon a.s.sociate. Yet when the time came, I was powerless to stop them. it, and yet I'd continued on! Was it the power of the web effecting me? Was it my belief in the righteousness of the cause? I thought no one could stop me, not even Rath or his demon a.s.sociate. Yet when the time came, I was powerless to stop them. My G.o.d! The young girl! Her face! The innocence! My G.o.d! The young girl! Her face! The innocence!

I pounded my steel fist against the concrete floor. Armadon should have come. He would not have failed, but had he not failed already? Lies! Kric' tu had to be lying! Lies! Kric' tu had to be lying! They wanted to destroy my hope, that was all. Armadon had made it to Gaza. It They wanted to destroy my hope, that was all. Armadon had made it to Gaza. It had had to be so! to be so!

Rath's words echoed in my mind. "First you must experience the nightmare." The meaning of that statement was becoming clear to me now. Desolation. Loneliness. Pain. All had a way of driving a person mad, and I was no exception. The meaning of that statement was becoming clear to me now. Desolation. Loneliness. Pain. All had a way of driving a person mad, and I was no exception.

But-- if they were were telling the truth, nothing was left to prevent Gaza from destroying Vrin. And if he did follow through with his plans, then there wouldn't be time for me to experience the nightmare intended for me. Or would the nightmare continue on after this world was destroyed? Was there pain in the destruction itself? My heart pounded in my ears. Could the destruction telling the truth, nothing was left to prevent Gaza from destroying Vrin. And if he did follow through with his plans, then there wouldn't be time for me to experience the nightmare intended for me. Or would the nightmare continue on after this world was destroyed? Was there pain in the destruction itself? My heart pounded in my ears. Could the destruction be be the nightmare? Or was the statement just another the nightmare? Or was the statement just another lie lie to dig at my insecurities? to dig at my insecurities?

a.s.suming everything I knew was fact, where did it leave me? The goal of chaos was clear. They did not want this world here, at least not in its current form, so they were using Gaza like a puppet. He He had the power to destroy Vrin, and would, if he couldn't make a connection with his lost family. But chaos had eliminated them. So how long would it be until Gaza made good on his promise? If Armadon had the power to destroy Vrin, and would, if he couldn't make a connection with his lost family. But chaos had eliminated them. So how long would it be until Gaza made good on his promise? If Armadon had had been stopped, then someone else had to make it to Gaza! been stopped, then someone else had to make it to Gaza!

I pushed aside my self pity, and drew upon my anger and stubbornness. I would not not sit around waiting for oblivion. No cage was complete. There sit around waiting for oblivion. No cage was complete. There had had to be a way out. to be a way out.

It hadn't occurred to me before, but I had grown dependent on my newly acquired powers. I was addicted. The more I'd used them, the more I had needed to use them, and now that they were gone, I was experiencing withdrawals. My thoughts were erratic, and my heart was heavy with depression. A sense of futility was taking hold, but I had to fight it. I was stronger than this. There was no time for self doubt. After all, I was was Sam' Dejal, the G.o.d of reason! If there Sam' Dejal, the G.o.d of reason! If there was was a way out, I would find it! a way out, I would find it!

In searing pain, I made my way to my hands and knees, drawing upon my mortal strengths for the first time since my arrival. Then, with an equal amount of effort, I ventured to stand. The broken wing hung from my back, making it exceedingly difficult to gain my balance. I would not be able to stand for long, but needed to move around as much as possible to keep my muscles from tightening up.

I shuffled back and forth, back and forth, each step a tremendous effort. I paced for hours hours it seemed it seemed. And as time dragged on, my muscles ached more and more. And as time dragged on, my muscles ached more and more.

Finally, I had to sit. I found a small block of cement near a wall, and used it as a chair. The pain from my wing no longer bothered me-- the aching in my limbs far exceeded it. I leaned back, and let my body go limp.

Hours melted into each other, and pain was my only companion. I no longer had any perception of body. I was just pain, floating in darkness. Even the nasty stench had melted away into my experience. Humans have a way of coping with stress, and I had reached my threshold many times over.

As hours, and then days pa.s.sed, I searched every nook, every angle of my pen, but I couldn't even find the door. I must have circled the room a thousand times, but all the walls felt the same. With meticulous precision, I trolled back and forth across the room, looking for items on the floor, but found nothing. Still I could not be certain I had covered every spot, the darkness was too complete. I hoped my eyes would eventually get used to the darkness, but there wasn't a drop of light to work with.

As the madness began to grow, my motivation dwindled. After a while, even time was meaningless. Then I waited, as the pain disappeared completely. I was sad to see it go, it was all I had to remind me I was still alive. Now I was nothing more than a ghost, as large as the universe, or as small as an atom. I wondered how long this could go on. There was no hunger, no need for sleep. I simply existed. And that was all.

In my free-floating mind, I thought of all the possibilities of this place called Vrin. I thought of Humphrey's concepts and of Dr. Solomon's experiment. I thought of the wizard, Arganis, and his ancestral roots of magic. There was the world of Vrin surrounded by a spirit world called Dantra, and The Circle of Ghosts connecting the two. Then there was the infamous Kric' tu, commanding the threadless beasts of the vortex. What did it all mean? Or did it have meaning? Were there supernatural forces at work in this world? Or was it all a computer glitch?

And what about the frozen figure in the capital? What was his name? It eluded me, but I could see his face in my mind. I realized now, that looking at him was like looking into my own memory, as if I had once sat at the same table, reading the same book, by the same fire. That was why seeing him had effected me so profoundly. But this new found realization brought no relief. It only deepened the mystery.

Thoughts of Kitaya floated to the surface. In this whole experience, she had made the most positive impression. She was so lovely, so full of life. I cared for her with a longing that made my chest constrict. We could never be together now. Somewhere in the darkness, my fist tightened. She was unreachable, even if if I could find my way out of this cell. I could find my way out of this cell.

A faint sobbing broke into my perception. And once it started, it did not cease. Sobs echoed off every recess of my tomb. What I perceived as my face was replaced by a cold lake of sadness.

Before my empty vision, my days in Vrin played out in vivid detail. It hadn't occurred to me before, because I wouldn't admit it, even to myself, but I truly wanted to be a G.o.d. Although I had shown constraint with Thana, I could not fight the desire to use the power. Something deep inside me wished for it.

I was given many opportunities to see this world for what it was, yet I had remained willfully ignorant. Each inconsistency in the program, and each talk with the outside, made my foolishness complete. I knew knew I was no I was no G.o.d, G.o.d, yet I chose a lie over the truth! I was here, because of my own yet I chose a lie over the truth! I was here, because of my own arrogance, arrogance, my own pride. my own pride.

I had reached the end of myself.

"G.o.d?" My voice was dry and weak. "I don't remember the last time I talked to you-- or if I've ever talked to you-- so I'm not very good at this." I choked out the words. "I- just want to say, if you can hear me, I need your help. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

Somewhere in the emptiness, I felt a squeeze. I waited. There it was again! I tried to localize the sensation, then it came to me. Scratch! Scratch! I had forgotten all about my little friend. I had forgotten all about my little friend.

"h.e.l.lo, Thomas," came a voice from the other side of the room. Kric' tu had called me that, but this was not Kric' tu's voice. "Do not be frightened. I've come to bring you home."

Home? My chest quivered with emotion. Was this another trick? The voice was not familiar, but the inflection in it was. I had heard the gentle tones before. My chest quivered with emotion. Was this another trick? The voice was not familiar, but the inflection in it was. I had heard the gentle tones before.

"You are experiencing disorientation. That is understandable, but it is over now."

I squinted into the darkness. "Who...?" I whispered.