The Discordian Group

There is an IV stuck into your left arm. Clear liquid, labeled saline, is slowing dripping into you. As you look at the IV bag, a dark spot appears in the center of the fluid. The spot grows until the entire solution in the bag is infected with the vile darkness! Then it proceed to advance down the tubing, heading toward your arm.

You cannot move. All your muscles are frozen, you cannot even scream. All you can do is watch and wait as the vile, disgusting darkness slowly creeps down the tube.

Just as the darkness reaches the needle and your vein, the trance is broken by the sudden appearance of a nurse. She is examining the black solution in the bag and the IV tube and needle. Your eyes turn to stare at her. Wide open with fear.

The nurse turns to face you. In the center of her forehead, where her third eye should be is a red, open sore. Its about an inch across and you can see blood seeping from the wound. The blood does not drip or run down her face, it only seeps out and then it fades, as if something were licking it from the wound.

"There, There." the Nurse says. "This will only hurt for a little while, then the pain will fade. Soon, you will find the rest you deserve."

The nurse places her hand on your face, in a gentle touch, almost motherly. She leans over and kisses you on the forehead, right were the red wound would be if you had one.

You jolt awake! Fear washes over you like a wave. You are wet from perspiration, soaked. You are wearing a hospital gown that is open in the back. You look the IV bottle, and see it is filled with ordinary saline.

The room you are in is more of an examination area, not a room. Curtains are closed all around you. There is a camera aimed at the gurney you are laying on.

You hands are not bound. You are strapped to the gurney around the chest, mid-section and upper legs.

You manage to sit up, and after a moment, the world stops spinning. With luck, you think you might be able to walk.

You listen, but you only hear what you assume as normal noises for an ER.

You see a bag filled with bloody clothing, which you assume are yours. You are wearing a hospital arm band. The name is listed as John Doe. No help there. The hospital chart also is listed as John Doe.

You try to recall any memories you may have, but you only get flashes of dark wings, dark evil things and death.

You search through your bloody clothes. Your shoes are also covered with blood.  They are ruined. Inside the bag you find the Steno pad, but not the camera or wallet. You would assume they took anything of value and put in the safe for keeping. Standard hospital policy.

You look in a mirror, but you still cannot see you face. You entire head is covered in bandages with only a small portion of your face exposed. In the center of your forehead, where your third eye would be, you see the imprint of a pair of red, women’s lips.

You take your IV pole and bottle in your left hand, and hold the hospital gown closed with your right. You step out of the examination area and make your way down a hallway without anyone noticing you.

"He was right in here a few minutes ago." A woman’s voice says. "He should not have been able to move."

"Well, he is not in there now." A male voice says. "He could not have gotten far."

Right about then, a door opens as a man steps into the hallway where you are. He is pushing a large cart that seem to be filled with trash. The door he came through was locked on this side, and could be only open from the other side.

Before the door can close, you roll your IV bottle through and let the door close behind him. You are in a dark hallway that seems to slope downward. Several other doors open from this hallway. The lights are dim, about half of them seem to be out. You smell disgusting things, sickness, death and other vileness. You hear voice from behind you. They are searching for you.

You roll down the hallway until you come to an intersection. On your left is a service elevator, on your right is a door that may lead outside.

It is dimly lit here. The elevator can do up or down. There is no window in the door. It is locked.  A spot of your forehead begins itching.

The door to your right opens, and you see a large black man standing there.  He is wearing blue jeans, a chambray shirt and black shoes.  He looks at you.

“What are you doing here?”  He says.

What do you do?

You drop from the fire escape and find an overhang to duck under to get out of the rain.

You use the camera to take a picture of the back of your head.  Flash!  The light flares and it hurts your eyes.  This only serves to remind you how much your head is hurting.  You do not think you could take a direct flash to the face.

You look at the picture.  The badly framed picture is out of focus, but you can see a large gash has been opened across the back of your skull.  You pray that what you are looking it is not bone.  But it could be.

Using the remnants of your shirt you wrap up your head as best as you can.  Even that hurts, but you can feel the pulsing in your scalp ease some.   It is now just a slow seep.

You put your coat on, but you cannot save the shirt.

The other picture on the camera are of the dead man and the person on the ID.  There are only 4 pictures on the camera.  The ones of the dead man appear to have been taken in the alley without a flash from a short distance away.  As if the man were waiting in the allay, and someone who was approaching him took a picture.

The two of the person on the ID are very disturbing.  They are also taken without a flash.  The first picture shows the man firing a gun in the camera’s direction. The 2nd picture is at an odd angle.  Like, laying on the ground taking the picture up toward the man.  There is something large and black behind the man.  It is hard to make out in the picture.  It appears to be trying to rip off the man’s head.  It has two large red eyes.

You try to read the contents of the Steno pad, but your eyes are unable to focus on the words.  The letters on the page seem to shift in and out, back and forth.  It makes you sick to your stomach. 

You clean the gun and then hide it in the alley.  You stagger out toward the road.  The flash of lighting and the crash of thunder pound above you in what seems a continuous stream blast.  The world begins to swirl, spin and darkness engulfs you.

You come too for a brief moment.  You are in am EMS vehicle.  There are several paramedics tending to you.  Your eyes slowly open and you scream as you see something with red eyes peering in the windows on the back of the ambulance.  The EMT’s hold you down as you thrash, screaming.

When you wake again, you are on a gurney in the emergency room.  You are strapped down.  There is a doctor stitching the gash on your head. 

When you wake again, you are still strapped to the gurney.  Your head is bandaged and the pain has subsided somewhat.

You hear two men talking.  You lay quietly and listen to them.  One is a doctor, the other you assume is a police officer. 

“When will I be able to move him to a more secure area?” 

“The sedatives I gave him should keep him out for at least 2 more hours.  When he wakes we need to check the stitches and his mental condition.  He has a sever concussion.  It’s almost like something was trying to remove his brain.”

“Several hours?”

“Yes, several hours.  We can’t move him until then.  Even then, it might be dangerous to move him.”

“If you insist.  Keep him strapped down.  I’ll check back in a little while.  I don’t like it, not one bit.”

The two men move away and you can no longer hear them.

The ball is in your court.  They have taken the camera, wallet and steno pad.

It begins to rain.  At first, its a slow drizzle.  Then, before long, the heavens open up and unleash the wrath of God.  The rain washes the blood from your face and head.  It soaks into your skin and opens the gash on the back of your head.  You can feel your pulse in the cut.  You know you are bleeding, badly.

You have the gun, steno pad, camera and wallet you removed from the dead man’s corpse.  You try to avoid letting the steno pad get wet, but it’s not easy.  You are soaked.

You managed to hide the corpse before the police arrived.  From your vantage point on a fire escape you climbed up to hide on, you see a police cruiser stop in the street leading to the alley way.  Two officers get out, wearing rain gear.  They do not search for very long before returning to their cruiser and driving away.

The all cleansing rain washes away the blood and vomit.  As you sit and try to think, the pounding in your head eases somewhat.  But you can feel the blood pulsing in your scalp. It is a very deep gash.  It is going to need medical attention.

After the police leave, you find a sheltered spot  in the alley under an overhang where you examine the contents of the wallet.  The wallet contains $42.00, several credit cards, a drivers license, ID card and several pictures.

All the identification is for Justin Chase.  Who ever he was, he appears to be a camera man for a local TV station.  The face on the ID cards also looks familiar, but it does not match the face of the dead man.  The picture is of someone else.

You do not feel safe.  You are bleeding. 

What do you do?

The gun has been fired.  It smells of sulphur, blood and death.  It has two unfired rounds and 4 spent casings in the cylinder.

You do not find any blood on the ground.  No trails leading away.  The alleyway is a covered with debris.  Cardboard boxes, empty crates, milk carton containers, empty bottles and cans.  Everything is wet, at some point during the evening it has rained.

The pain in your head is very intense.  It’s making it hard to think.  There is a pounding on the inside that is loud enough so that you swear someone is in there trying to get out.  As you stand, your head swirls, and the would around you begins to spin.

The contents of your stomach find their way out of you, and onto the ground.  You don’t try to stop them.  You wretch until you start dry heaving.  And then you wretch some more.  You fall onto your side and pray for death.

A short time later, you wake up.  You’re still in the alley, laying in a pool of vomit.  Your head hurts, but not as bad as it did the last time you were awake.  This time, you can count to 4 before losing track.

You sit up slowly, taking it easy.  The gun is still in your hand.  From where you are sitting, you see someone or something laying under some cardboard a few feet away.  You crawl over to investigate and find the body of a man.  Of course, you do not know him, but he does seem familiar.

The man appears to have been in his mid 20’s.  He is wearing jeans, a tee-shirt with a heavy metal band logo on it, Nike’s and has way too many pieces of metal piercing his body.  His hair is dirty and unkempt.    He has a digital camera on a strap around his wrist.  In his pocket you find a steno pad.  His clothing is torn, as if large talons or claws had tried to grab him.  From what you can tell, the obvious cause of death is 4 large bullet holes, two in the stomach and two in the back.  You find a wallet in his front pants pocket.

In the distance, you hear a police siren.

What do you do next?

You are a rough and mighty adventurer.  Some would even say you are a hero!

But you are unproven, you have not tested your skill against the evil that threatens the land.

You seek your chance, your opportunity. 

You have been on the road for day and find yourself in the small village of ‘Byjorn by the Way’.  This village is so small, they have to do to the next village for a black smith.  A small river runs close to the village.

As you make your way to the village center, a small child runs up to you and says, “Are you going to save us?  The elder said today was the day.”

A woman shouts at the young boy, telling him to get back from the stranger.

Next an old man using a staff to walk approaches you.  His skin is so dry and cracked, you can see bloody spot in places.  He stops directly in your path.

“Are you he, the one the elder said would save us?  If you are the one, tell me.”

What do you tell the old man?  Are you the one?  Describe yourself to him.

You find yourself standing outside a locked door in a dark alley way.  You do not remember who you are or how you go to be where you are.

Your head hurts and when you reach up to feel the back, you find clotted blood.  There is blood on your shirt, pants, shoes and hands.

You are not sure if it is your blood.

You are not sure of anything.

You do not have a wallet or any form of identification.  In your pants pocket you find a 3 inch knife, $2.67 and a pack of cherry gum.

In you coat pocket, your find a .38 cal Saturday night special.

It is dark.  You do not know where you are or what time it is.

What do you do?

I was originally going to post the post that I post on my other blog here.

But then, I noticed that my post seem to be long and take up a lot of space.

So, I decided not to post them here, but only put a link on this site to my home space.

I just did not want to take up all the space here.

Thanks!