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/ Duration 1 Hour 25M. Blood on her name embargo. I'll definitely watch this. As a criminal psychologist I've heard it all. Virtually any outrageous reason you can think of for why someone committed the crime they did, I've heard. Now, when I say I believe someone who told a preposterous story, it's because I do believe that is the reason they did it. Do to whatever mental illness they might suffer from, there's times I believe them when they say a leprechaun told them to kill their neighbor. Obviously I don't believe an actual leprechaun manifested itself to this person and that they actually only did what they did because they are crazy, but in my line of work you have to talk to the person as if what they were hallucinating about actually happened. This case was different though. I think I believe his story and not because he thinks that's what happened, but because I've had a feeling for a long time he was not suffering from any mental affliction and might actually have been telling the truth. I'm going to post the transcript from my interview with him here on nosleep, there will of course be some redacted information, names were changed, and I've cut out a lot of my trivial interjections in the interest of flow and pacing. Any interjection from me will be in (parenthesis) and it will otherwise be told from his first person perspective. I'll leave it up to you all to decide if he's crazy. A little about him before we start. He was a PhD educated professor of biology, anatomy and pathology and serves as the chairman of the Biology Department at the local university. He had no personal or familial history of any kind of mental illness. ---- (Please introduce yourself and why you are here) "My name is Michael and I shot my friends Dave and Gary right outside our personal science lab at the docks near Marina. " (Start from the beginning) "It all started a few days ago when the school year concluded, we were taking our annual camping trip to celebrate the end of exams. It was me, Dave, Gary, and John, all fellow biology department professors. We go to Provincial Park in Canada every year. We spend a few days at a campground and then we go to a deep woods wilderness camp site that we have to use our canoes to get to. That is our favorite part, the deep woods, there's never anybody there and we're all alone. " "The vacation went well at first. Once we found a nice site in the back woods that started off great too. I'm SCUBA certified and we had never been to this part of Lake before, we were more backwoods than we'd ever been. I was eager to dive here. " (How's the visibility, most lakes I've heard like this the visibility isn't great or there's nothing to see) "True there's not much to see. It's the same kind of fish you can see in a city park pond, but there's something about diving in a body of water few people ever touch. It's mostly unsullied by people's garbage and whatnot. " (Tell me what you saw down there) "I didn't dive until our second day. It was very uneventful but part of the enjoyment for me, like I said, was being 30 feet down and not seeing any trash or anything man-made at all. " "I went out further towards the center of the lake. Visibility was low so I didn't see it right away, it kind of crept up on me. At first I thought it was a small propeller plane or something but I quickly realized it was too big. It was irregularly shaped for sure and had a large shaft toward what I figured was the rear of the craft protruding upwards that had a small "fin" at the top. The fin was probably about 15 feet or so below water level. " "I swam to what I thought was the front of the craft and saw a rounded area sitting atop the otherwise pointed bow. It had a little window that I thought must be the cockpit, the glass was broken and it was impossible to see anything inside. I quickly came to the conclusion based on the design of this vessel it did not appear to be any man-made craft of any kind that I had ever seen or heard of and that I was potentially looking at a UFO. " "I reserved full judgment on whether or not this was a UFO until I got a second opinion. John was also a diver and had brought a tank. I would have him go down with me to investigate further. I really shouldn't have been diving by myself anyway. " "John was immediately intrigued when I told him I had found an aircraft at the bottom of the lake and it didn't look like anything I'd ever seen before. He was ready to go in minutes. We took a canoe out to where I thought it was to save air and we went down. We found it relatively quickly. " "He did as thorough a swim-around as I did. Seeing it again it was kind of shaped like a large arrowhead. Look up an F-117 Nighthawk, that's kind of what it looked like though it looked much more... 'alien' in design. It wasn't flat underneath, it had a bulkier cargo area or something below. " "John found a large opening in the hull underneath what appeared to be the left wing of the craft. He was ready to enter but I stopped him. My air was too low and it was getting dark. I motioned for him to meet me at the surface so we swam back up. I told him I needed to switch to my other tank, each of us had brought two tanks, if there was any chance of us entering the craft. I also told him it would be much better to wait until morning. " "We spent that night telling Gary and Dave what we had seen. Gary immediately became paranoid, he was of the mind since we even knew this craft existed that we were in danger from the Government. If we swam into the aircraft and actually found an ET (the pilot), we were as good as dead. " "We eventually decided we were indeed going in. We toyed with Gary saying the pilot was probably long gone. He swam out the back, assimilated into human form and probably replaced, and is now living as, the Queen of England. We eventually went to bed but I hardly slept at all. I don't think John did either. " "The next morning John and I went down again. We approached the hull breach, it was more than large enough for us to fit in one at a time. It's important to note the exterior of the aircraft was metallic but it was difficult to say what material. What I found interesting is that the outer hull was completely free of aquatic fungus or algae or even rust, anything that would indicate it had been there a while. This led me to believe this may have been a recent crash and that made me nervous. " "We secured a rope near the outside of the craft so we could follow it to find our way out if we got turned around at all. Once we got inside the interior told a different story. The inside was very dilapidated, nowhere near the almost pristine nature of the outer hull. Judging from the aquatic plant life and algae that we could see growing and the amount of fish that had settled and were darting out of every crevice we swam by it appeared this vessel had been down here for some time. " "We appeared to be in some sort of cargo area. There was an open doorway near the back we looked in and it appeared to be an engine room. We examined what we believed to be the engine but rubble and pillars had fallen and it blocked our access to the greater part of the area. We proceeded down a narrow corridor towards the bow. " "We swam right and we came to a ladder. This ladder went up a few feet and we saw what appeared to be a hatch that was closed. We swam up to it and examined it. We pushed on it first to no avail and searched around the area until I saw what appeared to be a lever off to the side. I motioned to John and he motioned for me to pull it. I did so and we heard something near the hatch mechanically release, which also released a large amount of air bubbles into the water, but the hatch remained closed. " "We puzzled over it for a few seconds before John pulled out his diving knife. He attempted to slide it into one of the edges on the right side of the hatch and was able to penetrate a few inches. He worked it for a few minutes and the hatched inched open slightly before the blade snapped. It had opened just enough for us to get our fingers in so we tried pushing and pulling. There was much resistance but with our combined efforts the hatch slowly began to open. " "We swam up into what could only have been the cockpit. I saw the broken window I had seen from the outside. John swam ahead and around what appeared to be a large chair, probably for the pilot. I heard him let out a muffled cry of extreme surprise and he swam back towards me faster than I had ever seen him swim. His mouthpiece had fallen out of his mouth and he had to put it back in. " "His eyes were wild. He pointed to the chair and he made back and forth motions with his hands like he was turning a steering wheel. I was slightly confused but then he pretended he was using a joystick and made muffled sounds with his mouth. I realized he was pretending to fly a plane and the sounds he was making were supposed to be the machine guns. I then realized he was trying to tell me the pilot was still sitting in his chair. " "I motioned for him to calm down. I was afraid as well but I knew I needed to see this. I motioned to him that I was going to go and look for myself. I motioned for him to stay but he shook his head. I then proceeded to swim slowly around the chair and he followed behind me. " "Any doubt that this was a UFO was then extinguished. The being sitting in the chair was humanoid but definitely not human. Its head was about 20% larger than a humans I'd say and it was probably about 4 feet tall. Its arms were floating lifelessly in the water and were disproportionately long. I took note immediately about how there appeared to be no rot or skin breakdown on this being despite the length of the time the cargo area indicated this craft had been underwater. " "I knew John and I needed to actually speak so I motioned for us to retreat. We returned to the surface and discussed our options. After the initial 'holy shits' and 'what the fucks, ' we discussed our next options. The first was to simply leave and not tell anybody, including Gary and Dave, what we had seen. We knew we'd never be able to keep that secret so that was out. " "We discussed a few more options before I realized what we needed to do. Or I should say, what I badly wanted to do. I told John we needed to get it back to our lab we had at the docks and perform an autopsy. He looked at me like I was a complete idiot. He asked how the actual fuck we were supposed to get it back to the states. I told him my plan and he said it might just work. We then retrieved the body carefully and loaded it into the canoe. I rowed back to shore while John swam, I don't think he wanted to sit in the boat with the body. " "Unsurprisingly, Gary and Dave absolutely flipped their shit when we got back. I told them we were leaving right now, going back to the car and driving straight home. They were confused at first but then John told them what was down there was not only a UFO but the pilot was in the canoe. Gary turned white as a ghost when he saw it and Dave was intrigued. " "I then laid out my plan. We drove an oversize cargo van. There was on bench seat in the back that sat about a foot off the floor so you could put crap underneath it. My plan was to leave the body in the canoe, pack it with ice and cover it up, then put the canoe in the back with us instead of on the roof. It would just fit since the front end would be able to fit underneath the bench seat in the back. We then drive straight to our lab. " (What kind of lab is this, you just have your own lab? ) "We use it for ourselves. It's rented space in one of the warehouses. We mostly use it to set up lab assignments for students or test new assignments we think of to make sure they are actually a viable assignment. " (Ok. Please continue) "Gary freaks out and almost loses it. He says if we get 'randomly' searched when crossing the border back into the states they'll find the body and we're all as good as black bagged. Dave tells him that as long as everyone shuts the fuck up and only the driver talks we'll be fine. We all argued for about 20 minutes about it before it was settled: we were taking this body back to our lab. " "We got everything packed up and ended up leaving some things we could replace later since we were in such a hurry. It was a three hour drive, but only one hour to the border. We just had to get across. I would be the driver and would do all the talking. Gary was a nervous wreck as we watched cars seemingly at random get beckoned over to a separate drive area to be inspected. He held it together somehow. " "We crossed over without incident. Gary about had a mental breakdown as we pulled away from the station and were home free. We changed the ice several times but otherwise the canoe cooler held up. I drove slightly below the speed limit since we certainly didn't need to get pulled over. We got to our lab at about 2:30 in the afternoon. " "We smuggled the cadaver into our lab and set it up on the table. We locked all the doors and made sure the windows were drawn as well. I realized at this time we were at a point of no return. We were about to perform an unauthorized autopsy on an alien lifeform. We had no idea how we were supposed to publish our results or what we were supposed to do when we concluded. We were all likely to get black bagged if this was something the Government wanted to keep secret but we had come this far and there was no way we were going to stop now. We video recorded the entire thing. " "My initial examination revealed the ET did not have a sternum similar to humans. It had two large sternum-like bones on the left and right sides of its chest but its center was soft, making it an easy choice for a first incision. We cut deep in order to open it up. It was fascinating. It appeared to have all the same internal organs as we do, just in different spots of course. It was hard to tell what was what aside from the lungs. We concluded they must be the lungs because they were filled with water, initially indicating the cause of death was drowning. There did not appear to be any trauma anywhere else on the ET's body so we also concluded it may not have actually crashed as initially thought. " "While we had it opened we labeled all the organs we thought we could. Whether or not it was actually correct we obviously had no idea, but for the sake of completion we assigned everything and came to the conclusion the ET had a heart, liver, lungs, kidneys and possibly a spleen. " "We then moved to its head. Its brain was similar to humans in that it looked similar and as far as we could tell consisted of several different lobes, though the main difference was that it appeared to be triangular in shape, as if it were a pyramid sitting within its skull. There was also a small, unknown gland situated near the base of the brain itself. We had initially deduced the brain stem was already accounted for, so what this other gland was we had no idea. " "It was at this point in the procedure that Dave stated the gland was 'beating. ' I asked how that could possibly be since this creature was clearly dead but upon inspection myself I too noticed it did appear to be beating, very slowly. I placed my hand softly upon the gland and felt it pulse. I noticed immediately a silvery, metallic-looking bodily fluid of some kind on my glove that this gland appeared to be secreting. Not only did it appear to be still pumping this substance through the body somehow, it also secreted it into the cavernous spaces of the skull and down its spinal column. Using a syringe I pierced the gland and was able to aspirate a significant amount of the fluid. It was a silvery liquid that looked similar to mercury but lacked the shine. It was a very dull silver in color. I placed it into a vial for further research. " (Was it its blood? ) "I don't know. I don't believe it was simply because the next day we found out what it did. " (What was that? ) "We spent all day theorizing over our findings. We spent the night at the lab and didn't call our families. We weren't due back for a few days anyway. We woke up the next morning to a shocking finding on the cadaver: the incision I had made in its chest was in an advanced state of healing. We didn't equate this substance to this healing until after we discussed how an incision so large as to open the entire front of the torso could possibly look this healed in a little over 18 hours. We deduced the mystery gland with the mysterious substance was the only thing still functioning on this cadaver somehow despite its deceased status. We decided we needed to test this hypothesis. " "I could talk for days about our experiments so I'm going to have to break it down to the most important parts. We decided to inject this substance into lab mice to see how they reacted. The first three mice we injected appeared to die but they didn't actually perish. Clinically they appeared dead, meaning the fluid was incompatible to the point of causing death in the subject, but after declaring them dead they were found to be active again after a short time, though they seemed almost rabid. They viciously attacked the other mouse in the pen and killed it immediately and appeared to begin to cannibalize its corpse. " "We then attempted to terminate the rabid mice using an injectable toxin. We have euthanized many mice using this method and this is the first time it did not have any effect on any of the three of them. I then doubled the dose and injected them again. They should have been dead in less than a minute but they remained as active as before. Dave took over at this point. He took the tongs that we used to hold them in place and proceeded to pierce their skulls with the syringe. This method effectively resulted in their deaths. " "John then suggested we inject a few more mice but keep them all separate. I agreed and proceeded to inject three more mice with the fluid. " "It was at this time we decided to test our hypothesis that this substance was providing the cadaver a healing property despite it being dead by removing the gland. We extracted more of the silvery fluid since we feared removal of the gland would result in loss of the fluid production itself. After the gland was removed a large incision was made to test our hypothesis. After nearly 8 hours the incision had not healed at all, thus proving our hypothesis: whatever this fluid was, it had a tremendous healing effect on this ET's body. That must have been why there was no trauma on the body from the crash, it had been healed. We also theorized that this substance could not actually bring the ET back to life should it perish, as it appeared to have drowned and died. " "I'm getting ahead of myself. Shortly after euthanizing the lab mice we performed an autopsy on one of them. Though they had been dead only about 15 minutes its internal organs told a different story. Atrophy and shrinkage of the internal organs indicated the mouse had been deceased for several hours. Knowing this could not possibly be we examined its brain, where a large concentration of the silver fluid had accumulated. We had no explanation for this and after lots of conjecture we hypothesized that with the amount of this fluid located in the brain of this mouse that it somehow retained its healing property and despite the apparent toxicity of this substance it somehow kept the mouse's brain active, though on a very primitive level, while it caused the rest of the body to waste away as if it had expired. We felt this was an appropriate hypothesis given the toxin we used had no effect on the mouse and only after we pierced its brain did it finally expire. We then did an autopsy on the other two mice which produced identical results. " (What happened with the other set of mice? ) "This is kind of the beginning of the end. Two of the mice proceeded exactly as the first three had, they appeared to die only they did not and became rabid, immediately attempting to attack our fingers when we pressed them up to the glass. The third mouse however exhibited something else entirely. Long after the other two had gone rabid this mouse appeared to be completely unaffected by the injection of this fluid. " "We knew we had to be very careful with this mouse in how we proceeded, as it was not exhibiting symptoms of toxicity from this fluid we needed to ascertain whether or not this mouse's body had accepted the fluid and was now capable of regenerating from physical injury or if it was simply carrying this fluid in its body. " (Carrying as in the medical sense with disease? ) "Correct. This mouse could simply be immune to the toxicity or incompatibility and not be able to regenerate from injury, it just carries this fluid in its body. " "Unfortunately John got ahead of himself. Seeing the mouse appeared to be perfectly fine he picked it up. It bit him hard enough to pierce his glove on his left thumb. He dropped the mouse and it scampered away. Gary and Dave immediately tore the place apart looking for it as did I while John began scrubbing and decontamination. We were not able to find it, we had lost our only successful specimen. " "We advised John to go to the hospital immediately but he declined. It was his fault we lost the mouse and he was determined to continue searching for it. We should have insisted harder than we did that he go. We never found the mouse. " "We spent most of that day in conjecture and hypothesizing our findings. By the evening we were still going over notes and making journal entries. At about 6:30pm John had an uncontrollable coughing fit. He looked pale and diaphoretic and we knew it was because of the mouse biting him. His thumb also looked disgusting. We were all biologists, we should have known to stop what we were doing and take him in right away, but we just couldn't peel ourselves away from what we were doing. Gary volunteered to take him to the local ER while Dave and I stayed behind. I never saw John again. " "While we were alone Dave mentioned we needed to test the fluid on something other than a mouse. It was at this point I realized we had all gone too far. We should have just left the crash site alone and certainly shouldn't have entered it. Dave was starting to become fanatical, bordering on unethical. He started to offer picking up a stray dog or cat and when he mentioned a homeless person it was at that point I knew we were all in serious trouble. I told him there is no way any of us could possibly partake in something so unethical. " "He reiterated the fact that somehow we needed a human test. Maybe it was just something with the mice, if a human host accepted this fluid it could potentially be synthesized to create the most powerful healing agent known to man. Sickness and disease could be eradicated if it worked. " "I repeated to him 'if it worked. ' We would be responsible for the death of a human being if it didn't. It would absolutely be murder. " "After a few minute or so I realized we did have a human test: John. I told Dave just look at John, he's showing the same symptoms of decline the mice did. He then told me that can't be considered a true test. The mouse couldn't possibly have passed on the mystery fluid through a small, simple bite. A full injection needed to occur. " "I began to realize with John's condition that this fluid appeared to be acting like a true disease. If it were to be able to be transferred via a bite and then cause a rabid insanity in anyone who was incompatible we could be looking at a major outbreak. I felt like I needed to call the hospital to warn them. " (Did you? ) "I didn't get the chance. Gary came back at that point and said John appeared to look even worse after only 20 minutes in the car. I informed in what I had talked to Dave about and he immediately concurred we needed to stop what we were doing. We went back to the lounge room we have, we rented out several other small offices in addition to the area we use for our lab, and found Dave was missing. Fearing the worst we immediately went back to the lab and found him with a tourniquet on his left him, he was injecting the silver fluid into his arm. " "Gary asked him ' what the hell did you do?! ' and I had some choice questions myself. Knowing he had just signed his own death certificate I knew we needed to involve the police at that point. I was not optimistic that his body was going to accept the fluid as the mouse's had. " "We discussed our options at that point. I reiterated my theory on how this fluid acted almost like a virus. All but one of the mice had succumbed to the incompatibility and eventually went insane. It was my theory that one of two things occurred in the mouse that did not: either for reasons unknown the mouse accepted the fluid and was now a 'super mouse, ' or the mouse was simply acting as a carrier, meaning its body was unaffected by the fluid and it was simply carrying it. Either case it would still be capable of transmission via bite. " "Gary was a virologist and he mentioned one other thing. Some viruses cause mutations of the host genome. Nothing like you see in the movies where they turn into hulking monsters, but we had to consider two things: This wasn't actually a virus, it just appeared to act like one, and if this fluid did cause a mutation there's no telling what that would mean. " (You shot him so obviously he went bad, and I'm guessing you wouldn't have mentioned this mutation thing if that's not what happened) "That's what happened. I guess we'll just skip to the main event, I could ramble on about theory and our scientific shenanigans all night. We didn't get much sleep that night on account of Dave. We drew some blood and did an analysis and his blood was loaded with some sort of antigen, no doubt a product of the introduction of that fluid. It seemed liked it was rewriting his genome somehow. By midnight he was noticeably taller, as if his growth plate had been reopened by this antigen. This did not happen in the mice, so this was intriguing. But he was also declining visibly. He was pale, his color was leaving him and he was diaphoretic. His decline was much slower than the mice and John as well. We'd virtually forgotten about John by that point. " "We had old hospital restraints in our equipment room, Dave said we should tie him down. He said he was starting to lose it, he looked like hell, like death. And he was huge, he was Arnold Schwarzenegger and getting bigger. His left hand was starting to contort and deform into this horrid claw. It was far too late to take him to the hospital at that point so I knew we were screwed. " "We tied him down, claw and everything, though I didn't think that was going to matter. It didn't. Gary and I fell asleep like idiots. I woke up and it was about 6:15 in the morning. I nudged Gary telling him to wake the fuck up and we checked on Dave. He was dead. I instantly got a tremendous feeling of dread. How long had he been dead? Was he actually dead? He could reanimate any second. " (Did he? ) "Yes. Gary was examining the body and he was way too close. I told him to back up but it was too late. Dave reached over faster than I'd seen anyone ever move and had Gary by the throat. He snapped the restraints we had him in as if he was tied down with toilet paper. He then bit a huge chunk out of Gary's shoulder and then broke his neck. Pretty sure that was just on accident though on account of his new strength. " "I ran for it as he threw Gary away. Dave stood up and had to be about 6'5, he was 5'10 or so previously. I went to the lounge, we had a. 45 hidden there. Just in case, there were nights we were there late. The Docks can gather its shady characters at night. " "Anyway, I had the lights off and I was hiding behind the desk. I could hear Dave's heavy footsteps outside. His respirations were like a chainsaw, I knew he was looking for me. The door to the lounge opened and I heard heavy footsteps enter the room. I'm shaking uncontrollably as I hear him stop. I ask myself have his senses heightened? Can he hear me or even smell me? " "I hear a few more steps and suddenly the desk lifts up into the air like it weighs nothing and Dave's claw is holding it up with just the one arm. His clothing was torn and tattered and his skin looked like it was rotting off. I don't know if he was startled or what but what I did next was straight out of a ridiculous kid's movie: as he stood there holding the desk up I simply crawled between his legs out behind him and ran for it. I heard the desk smash into the wall behind me like he had thrown it. I made for the door outside but then I realized something: I have to stop Dave here and now, if he gets out how many people is he going to kill and then infect? " "I went back towards our lab. I had seven shots, I would get as close as I could and put all seven in his head, head trauma is what finally stopped the mice. I slowly entered the lab just in time to see Dave wind up and punch a hole through the wall, after which he stepped out into the sunlight and into the marina. I followed as fast as I could. " The early birds were all out on the docks and the marina getting their boats ready, ripe for the picking. I hollered DAVE as loud as I could as I ran up to him. He spun around with a growl that would make a lion jealous. This caught everyone's attention of course and they all turned to see me run up to him and put two in his face. He stumbled and swayed before falling back. I then put three more in his head and it pretty much exploded. The shrieks of bystanders filled the area as everyone scattered. " "Running on pure adrenaline and nearly insane myself, I ran back into the lab. Gary had been bit, he needed one in his head too. As I got back into the lab I saw Gary start standing up again, he turned fast. I put two in his head as well. " "No sooner did I drop the gun in pure shock that I heard rushing footsteps behind me followed by ' get on the ground now! ' and here we are. " --- So let me tell you why I think I believe him. I asked him about the crime scene and if anyone saw Dave as a creature and he had no idea. He had no idea what became of the lab and all their research either nor did he know anything about John. He was very educated but he also had street smarts, he told me at that point that any day now once it came out what had happened the Government would be stepping in and he'd be black bagged. He was right. A couple days later I was approached at the station by men in suits, FBI for sure, and they told me my services were no longer required in this case and I was to turn over all materials related to it. I turned over the tape but I had already saved it elsewhere so I wasn't to pissed about it. I asked the arresting officer and detectives assigned and they told me they too had been reassigned and that the case was being handled "externally. " I decided to do some investigating of my own. First thing I checked was their lab in one of the warehouses at the docks. This was at least a week after the event and I could still see men in hazmat suits entering and exiting the warehouse, which seemed to be completely closed off, not just the areas they rented. I needed binoculars since you could barely go anywhere down there without being stopped and redirected by men who were most certainly mercenaries. Next thing I checked was the hospital. I have a couple doctor friends. I asked the ER doc and he said he'd never seen anything like it. They shipped him up to the floor real quick. Luckily the admitting doc on the floor was also a friend, he told me they put a gag order on him so we met in person. No traceable, electronic conversations of any kind. He told me that John died shortly after he was admitted. He told me he had pronounced him himself, he was stone cold dead. He said as soon as they bagged him up John then sat up and started thrashing and snarling and growling. They called security and then called the cops after a nurse aide got bit trying to open the bag. They were able to zip the bag back up without anyone else getting bit. A security guard supposedly lost it when he saw John's dead body going crazy and biting a fellow employee so he hit him with a portable oxygen tank over the head, apparently enough trauma to kill John, again. A few days later the aide "turned in" her resignation via email and was never heard from again. He also told me John's chart was later deleted entirely. He told me you can't just "delete" a patient's electronic medical record, whoever did it would have to be way high up. As for John's body someone from the Coroner's Office came to get the body but my friend didn't recognize them, he knew all the pick up guys. They also drove away in an unmarked van, city vehicles were all clearly marked. Lastly I went to the campsite myself where they went. I used my GPS to find the lake they said they went to and took the back road to where they launched their boats. It was completely blocked off and not only were there angry "no trespassing" signs up, but there was even one saying intruders might be shot. I'm hoping it's been long enough that it's blown over and nobody is bothering with me any more so I can tell this story. As for Michael I never heard from him again either. I tried looking him up in the system and his file with the local department had been deleted as well, police records are another thing you can't just "delete" entirely. All four of their Facebooks have been deactivated and Google searches only bring up people with similar names, it doesn't even bring up anything from the University. Michael was black bagged for sure, as were the other three postmortem. I don't know about you, but this has conspiracy written all over it and the more I think about it, the more I actually think this all happened, exactly as Michael said. One other thing I can't help but think about was that mouse that got away. Is there a genetic super mouse somewhere down at the marina, or did those Government wackjobs find it? If they didn't we all better hope he lays low, it seems like major outbreaks throughout history always start with rodent carriers.
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I have made my share and I can only be thankful that so far they have not been fatal, not like the mistake my mother made. Last time I told you about the lady with extra eye s who may save you from your bad decisions, if you are willing to let her. If none of this makes sense, perhaps you should start at the beginning. Three exciting things have happened since my last update. Do you remember the person who wanted to buy my campground? A pleasant young man that I pitied, for being duped by the current sheriff? He’s still in town. Staying at a long-term housing unit about an hour out from here. The old sheriff has been looking into where he came from and why he’s still here. He didn’t want to tell me initially, as he was acting on a hunch, but now he has proof that something strange is going on. He showed up at my house the other day with a packet of papers detailing houses being sold, birth records, etc. The paper trail of a woman’s life. He found only one event of any significance around the second date that the man with no shadow was allowed outside of the campground. It was shortly after my mother made the bargain. The event itself was so insignificant that the old sheriff didn’t pay much attention to it at first, not until he failed to find any more promising leads and followed up on it out of a sense of diligence. A woman moved away. She wasn’t even that local, she lived closer to the larger town a few hours from here. The old sheriff found the record of the sale of her house and since it went on the market the day after the man with no shadow was permitted to leave the campground, he dutifully tracked down what happened to her after that. She went to another state. And three months after leaving she gave birth to a boy and raised him all by herself. The buyer is younger than me. The old sheriff put on his old uniform and borrowed a police cruiser from an officer he was friends with and pulled him over for a speeding ticket. Checked his license to confirm the birth date and then “let him off” with a warning. The name matches. The birth date matches. The buyer is the son of the woman that moved away. So that was the first exciting development. I’m not really sure why that’s important, but the old sheriff is going to keep digging. The second exciting thing that happened was an angry mob showed up at the entrance to my campground. I’ve installed a security camera at the front gate. There’s also a motion sensor that pushes a text message to my phone whenever it triggers, which is far more often than I’d like, to be honest. However, I dutifully check the feed (also accessible from my phone, which is convenient) and I almost dismissed it with barely a glance out of reflex. Thankfully, the array of colors from the mob’s shirts registered as unusual in some part of my brain and I looked at my phone again. Then I radioed my staff and told them to get in contact with the police while I went to the gate. I think the mob didn’t expect me to actually show up. They’d brought a reporter from the local newspaper (easily recognizable on account of there are only a handful of people on staff) and he was busy taking photos from angles where the signs would block the view and make the crowd seem larger than it was. There were perhaps a dozen people present. The signs were about what you’d expect. “The camp must go” and “Kate is the real monster. ” Not gonna lie, that second one made me a bit angry. After all, they had a literal monster leading them. He stood in the front of the mob, well-dressed with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his lean face. At least, that’s what I saw with my left eye. Through my right, the one that itches under my lower eyelid, I saw a cavernous abdomen and the bone of his spine. The mob unconsciously formed around him, clinging tight as if he pulled them into his orbit. I walked to the gate and leaned on it, staring him in the eyes. “You wouldn’t be the first monster I’ve killed with my own hands, ” I mused, keeping my voice low so that the others wouldn’t hear. He leaned in so that we were face-to-face. My focus was entirely on him, my heart hammering, knowing that this was dangerous, that I was mere inches from a predator. Behind him, the mindless shouting of the mob fell away, meaningless in my ears. “In front of all these witnesses? ” he chided. “You’d really show them your true colors? ” “Everyone will see what you are when you’re dead. You know what they call people that kill monsters? Heroes. ” He straightened, still smiling, but I saw hostility in his eyes. One of us was going to end up dead before this was done. “What did I ever do to piss you off? ” I hissed. “You exist. ” His eyes flickered to just over my shoulder, studying the road leading into the campground in calculation. “And I want what is yours. Perhaps I won’t be the master of it… but access will suffice. ” A campground full of ignorant campers with organs for the harvesting? Of course he’d want it. The police arrived shortly after. One cruiser with one officer and he didn’t have much luck dispersing the crowd, as they were too riled up. It didn’t help that my not-brother kept murmuring under his breath and while I couldn’t hear his words, they seemed to have an effect on the crowd, for they surged forwards and hit the gate, shaking it violently and I was suddenly grateful for the heavy iron chain that held it closed. They didn’t leave until the sheriff turned up to disperse them. Yes, the current sheriff. The one I stabbed. Let me tell you, that was real awkward. He stood on the other side of the gate after everyone was gone and I went over there to thank him, because I felt obligated to, and he just looked at me with undisguised loathing. “I wouldn’t even be sheriff if it weren’t for your damn campground, ” he growled after a minute of uncomfortable silence. “I’m sorry, ” I said. “I didn’t realize you were under his control. ” It didn’t have to be said who we were talking about. He looked away, down at the ground, and the line of his jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth in helpless anger. “Yeah, well, ” he muttered, “I think I’d still hate you. You’re not a very likable person. ” “So you can talk about him now? ” A terse nod. “It’s like having someone whispering in your ear, ” he said. “And even when they’re silent, you know they’re there, just about to speak. He’s always there. Always. I’ve had him in my head for a long time now. I don’t think he’ll like me telling you this, but I guess… I don’t care. Almost dying gives you a weird sort of courage. ” I asked him if he knew what the man with no shadow was planning. He did not. He only knew what his instructions were, to force me into a position where I had to sell the campground. Then the old sheriff showed back up and the man with no shadow stopped giving him instructions, because he knew the sheriff was no longer a viable pawn. I warned him about the not-brother. Similar to the man with no shadow, I said, but disguises itself as someone trustworthy through which to work its deceit. He grimaced and said nothing and in that silence it felt as if he were waiting for something. “I’m sorry for what I did, ” I said. “I had to refill the cup somehow, but I shouldn’t have gone for an artery. ” Then, because we were being honest, I asked him if he thought I should sell the campground. He thought about it for a long time, it felt like, and my heart pounded in my chest, afraid to hear his response. Honesty is terrifying like that. It strips away our excuses and our lies and leaves us adrift in a world that is no longer familiar. “I don’t, ” he finally said. “This town… needs the campground. Losing it would throw a lot of people straight into poverty, we’d be ripe for the drug mills to move in, and then all those creatures you harbor would be set loose into our community to prey on the weak and vulnerable. But Kate, this whole thing-” He gestured in at the road, in the direction the angry mob had dispersed. “- is not entirely the fault of the man with no shadow. The town is realizing they’ve made a deal with the devil and they’re not liking what they see when they look in the mirror. ” Then he added that I was the devil, in case I didn’t realize that, and I said I’d figured that out all on my own, thank you very much. He said the town needed more industry, more business, something else to bring in revenue and when his term as sheriff was over he was going to run for a position on the council and try to make that happen. Make me… unnecessary. Which, honestly, I feel that’s a fair position to take. It may be inconvenient for me but I can understand why he’d do that. Then he said one more thing before he left. He said that he did blame me for not trying harder to kill the things that lived here. It wasn’t enough to contain them. Some of them needed to be destroyed. Then he gave me a gift - a pistol - and told me to aim where the man’s shadow should be. And that leads us to the third exciting thing. The man with no shadow was waiting for me on the road. He stood well away from the trees lining the edge so that full sunlight fell upon him and his red hair shone like fire. His expression was smug. I held one hand behind my waist, keeping the gun out of sight. “This is a fun game, isn’t it? ” he said as I approached. “I’m enjoying it. ” “I’m going to take a crowbar to your friend’s head, ” I snarled, “just like I killed the master of the vanishing house. ” His smile faltered. His eyes narrowed, his confidence melting into wary calculation. “You feel… distant. My words can’t find a foothold. What did you do? ” I remained silent, not trusting myself to not give anything away. It didn’t matter. His expression shifted once more, twisting into an ugly sneer. “The lady in the woods, ” he snarled. “That treacherous bitch. I’ll have to deal with her once you’re out of the way. ” I wish you could have heard his tone. The condescension. The certainty in his victory. The naked disdain he had for the one entity on this campground that I trust, the one that has been with me since I was a child. “You’ll leave her alone, ” I said evenly, raising the gun and pointing it at his chest. “That won’t hurt me, ” he said mockingly. “You think you have us under control, with your etiquette and your rules. You’ve deluded yourself. The lady isn’t your friend. None of us are. I at least have the decency to be honest about how I will take your campground from you-” Something in me snapped and I took the sheriff’s advice. To be fair, it wasn’t bad advice. The man with no shadow does need to die. I’ve just been underestimating his capabilities. I shot him in the space where his shadow should go, just as the sheriff suggested. The bullet hit the ground in a cloud of dust. And the man with no shadow shrieked in agony, his body jerked and he fell heavily to his hands and knees, one hand clutching at his ribs. Blood leaked between his fingers and fell in beads to the dusty ground beneath him. And I aimed for where I approximated his head to be and then I hesitated. I’m not sure why. Maybe I was surprised that this actually worked. Or maybe I am my father’s daughter as well and something inside me balked at the thought of killing someone - for while he isn’t human, the man with no shadow is still a someone - in cold, remote detachment. There was no anger to push me forwards, no hatred to blind me. It wasn’t like the master of the vanishing house where I was fighting for my life. It wasn’t like the sheriff, where my anger simmered so low for so long that it only took a small push to send me over that edge and then there was no more time to think about it. Perhaps hatred had made me pull the trigger but then... with him crumpled in front of me, making small, mewling noises of pain - noises that I have made before - I felt the full weight of what I was about to do. There was nothing hiding it from me. There was nothing to bind my reason and let me act out of mindless instinct. I knew what this was. It would be an execution. And I hesitated long enough for him to save himself. He twisted, face contorted in rage and agony, and he raised his bloodstained hand in my direction. Gripped the air tight, his knuckles white, and I felt something grab hold of my shadow. Like a shiver up my spine, but sharp as a knife. He pulled. Something gave. And white agony blinded me, drove me to the ground, and all I could do was scream, digging my fingers into my shoulder as my body told me that my arm was gone, that there was nothing there, even as my fingernails clutched at numb flesh. I’m not sure how long it took for me to regain my wits. Agony has a way of distorting time, narrowing your thoughts so that it is all you know, so that you forget yourself and everything is driven from your mind except a desperate desire to be free of it. I next remember being on my knees, my forehead pressed against the ground, my fingers clutching a shoulder that I could barely feel. My shadow’s arm was gone. Only a tattered end remained behind. And the man with no shadow was also gone. I found a trail of blood that led into the woods. I didn’t dare follow it, not with my right arm hanging limp at my side. I suppose I’m lucky that he didn’t do worse. That his priority was to get the gun out of my hand and taking the arm was the fastest way to do it. I feel there is something wrong with me. I’m slowly regaining the use of my arm as my shadow heals, but the world seems off. The shadows stretch long and in the corner of my vision it seems like they are reaching for me. I catch myself jumping, startled, at the slightest noise. At night the shadows feel oppressive, like a blanket covering me up and I lay in my bed, my breathing shallow, and I sleep fitfully and I dream of a dark shape rushing at me out of the darkness and I wake with a cry when its shadow covers me up. I’m doing my best to function. I keep telling myself that this injury will heal. I don’t want to leave my house though, not with my arm in a sling like this. My most trusted staff are managing the campgrounds and really, with it still being closed for the winter, there’s not much to do. Bryan says the man with no shadow hasn’t been seen since I shot him. Likely in his grove, recovering from his own injury. Just as I am, enclosed in my house. In the morning I have my tea and then I call the old sheriff to see what he’s found out and then I wait. I just… wait. Wait and watch the shadows. The old sheriff is asking about the not-brother. The answers were all over the place. That’s James, just finished his service with the army. 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But that didn't change anything. Her people, the Akltak, did not worry about such things as the Precursors. Those eggs were smashed, why worry about them? It was like worrying about last year's wind. You should know about it, but it didn't effect today's flights. They were not afraid of what some called the Long Dark, others called the Great Void, and still others called the Great Empty. They had explored it in the three centuries since they had obtained FTL, established colonies, and explored the worlds with what other races called reckless abandon. Which is why things were what they were. Precursor ruins were examined, resulting in the knowledge that those nests were empty and abandoned. Not even bones remained, much less anything useful or enlightening. The ruins were exactly that because of warfare. Akltak understood struggles over nesting grounds, which made it so that the Precursor Ruins intrigued them. What would make two star-faring civilizations completely destroy one another to the point where nobody had even found remains, fossilized or not. This planet, this dead world, had extensive ruins in the sand and rock. The atmosphere was able to support life, able to allow the Akltak to fly, and was rich in oxygen. Which is why things were burning. The ruins had been interesting. Evidence of ground fighting, orbital strikes, of terrible weapons being used that Cheekeet Longflight and the Longflight Clan had eagerly gone over, hoping to glean knowledge from the evidence of the weapons. They had not reacted in superstitious fear like the other Civilized Races to the old breezes of a forgotten nest fight. Which is why her Clan was dying. Almost a hundred years of exploration, expanding the colony, the Longflight Clan budding off into five other clans. The population moving from two-thousand to nearly a half-million. Then The Discovery. Rock had been turned molten, covering The Discovery, concealing it until a hundred million years of wind and dust storms had exposed it to the Longflight Clan's sensors. They had examined it, slowly excavated it as they recorded and examined it. Strange, advanced alloys, unknown construction. The entire Longflight Clan had rejoiced. They had found an intact Precursor Artifact. Which is why Cheekeet had watched her people die. It had suddenly activated. Come to mechanical life. And set out to destroy all life on the planet. Cheekeet had managed to load precious eggs and chicks into a shuttle, had managed to reach one of the stations, and now watched her people die. Kikteek Deepswoop was sitting at the communication station, normally used to file reports, talk to family, or watch the GalNet news. Her feathers drooped with despair as she repeated the request for help from someone, anyone. But they were halfway into the Great Empty and there was no way help could reach them in time. "High Nest Six, are you in need of assistance? " the voice was translated by the Omnitranslator, changed by the computer into the language of the avian Akltak but even so, the calm confidence in the voice came across electronic translation. "By the Great Egg, yes. Oh, Those That Soar, we are all dying, " Kikteek wailed into the communicator. Her professionalism was gone, burned away like the feathers of all of the warrior caste who had tried to stop the rampaging machine. "May I assist you? " The voice asked. Cheekeet checked her scanners. There was one energy source, coming in fast, nearly at light speed, but her scanners could not detect a ship. "Please! Please help us! There are still eggs, chicks, and moltlings down there! It's killing them all! " Kikteek cried out. "Help us, stranger! " "Then you have invited me in and I may assist, " the voice said. Cheekeet checked quickly. The voice was coming across the GalNet superluminal communications array, somehow speaking across a wavelength that normally required huge arrays. Yet she could not find a ship on her scanners, just that energy signature, bright enough to be a huge colony ship. Cheekeet watched as the energy source came streaking at the planet and she cringed, hoping that the being offering assistance wasn't going to "help" by slamming into the planet at nearly light speed. Instead, it suddenly stopped in a flare of inertia and kinetic energy being dumped into jumpspace as if a battle cruiser had just lit off its engines. Cheekeet focused her scanners, eager to see their possible savior, putting it up on the main screen to replace the horror of what was happening on the surface. Everyone trilled in shock. They had expected a ship. Perhaps a battle cruiser full of drop troops. Maybe even a light attack craft willing to enter atmosphere to engage the machine. Instead, it was a bipedal figure, positioned as if they were standing on an unseen platform, upper limbs crossed across their chest. A long piece of material, perhaps even cloth, rippled behind the figure as if it was in wind despite the impossibility of such a thing in space. It was dressed in red and blue, one arm mechanical, one leg mechanical, and one half of its face obviously robotic. Yet exposed skin was visible on the face, one hand, half the neck. Cheekeet chirped softly in confusion. Perhaps its flesh wasn't affected adversely to vacuum? Still, seeing an eye blink, she wondered how that worked, how the figure could even see. She glanced at her scanners and was startled. The energy signal was greater than she'd seen on anything outside of a major metropolis on one of the Core Worlds. "I'll stop this evil-doer, " The voice said, and Cheekeet's eyes widened as she realized the figure's lips moved. It was some kind of primate, melded to mechanical robotic parts. As she watched a panel opened up in the figure's leg, disgorging some kind of machines that took up positions around the figure at various distances. "Those things are broadcasting. They want to know if we wish to view the broadcast, " Kikteek said. "Yes. Log the transmissions, " Cheeket said. Kikteek fluttered her feathers in acknowledgement. The figure suddenly moved, faster than the speed of sound, somehow leaving a blue and red streak behind itself even though Cheekeet could detect no reason for it. Cheekeet set the scanners to follow it, to watch it. "It can't win by itself, " Eekreek said, using the peeps of a molting chick rather than the authoritative clicks and chirps of an adult, as she had since the slaughter had reached its crescendo on the planet. Cheekeet's scanners followed the figure as it swooped down on the closest fight. There were twelve of the lesser mechanicals moving in on a nesting area, rushing up on the defenders and ripping them apart with mandibles and blades, almost seeming to relish in the slaughter. The new being landed in the middle of the battlefield, dust raising up from where it had crashed to earth. Cheekeet expected to see a huge crater but instead the figure was just kneeling on the dirt. The broadcast devices swooped down to get the best views from different angles and distances. One of her monitors reported that a massive amount of kinetic energy had been dumped in jumpspace. The figure stood up and surveyed the scene calmly. Energy, in the high red visible spectrum, lashed from its eyes. Despite the attempt by Cheekeet's people to use laser weaponry to no avail, these beams blew huge chunks from the robotic killer's armor, severed limbs, and when ever the beams touched something vital, caused explosions. In less than then ten seconds all twelve robots were destroyed and the being took to flight, one limb extended in front of them, the broadcast devices keeping up. After the third combat against The Artifact's manufactured minions Cheekeet noticed something odd. Something that tickled at her like a loose feather. The being, which was no taller than Cheekeet, made sure that Cheekeet had the best scanner view. She shifted one of the satellites to check and the being shifted its lines of attack in order to give Cheekeet the best view. Is it ensuring that I can record and document its actions? Cheekeet wondered. The battle against The Artifact took the longest, and was obviously the hardest for the half-mechanical creature. Several time the being's clothing was torn and damaged and she saw bruises appear on the flesh. She saw the mechanical parts on the being get damaged. Every time a broadcast drone was destroyed another was deployed. Twice she saw the being's skin get cut and blood flow. The broadcast drones focused in on those wounds, replaying the blow that caused them. Finally The Artifact collapsed and the being was thrown back by the explosion caused by what was obviously The Artifact's self destruct. The figure laid on the broken glass for a long moment, then got up, wiping the biological part of its mouth with one upper forelimb. It looked up, to Cheekeet's view straight into the camera of the satellite, made an odd expression, then launched itself toward space. It should have left a crater, taking off like that from the ground and no built up momentum. Again, her instruments showed a massive energy dump into jumpspace. The figure stopped suddenly, as if the laws of inertia were something the figure could just ignore. Again, the figure had its upper limbs across its chest, lower limbs pressed together, as if it was standing on an invisible platform. The cloth was missing, torn free during the fierce battle on the planet. "You should be safe now, " The figure said across the GalNet link. "I'll leave a League buoy in case you run into trouble later. Don't worry, it will be monitored. " "Our thanks to you, stranger. Do you require assistance? You appear injured, " Kikteek said, wondering how they'd repair the figure's robotic parts much less flesh that could withstand point blank plasma bursts without even discoloration. "I'll be fine, citizen, " The figure said. "Might we know your name, stranger? " Kikteek asked. "We are the Longflight Clan of the Akltak People. " "Klark Kant, " The figure smiled. "May we know where you are from? " Kikteek asked. "We are from this planet, but originally we are from The Feathered Nebula Cluster. " "Sol, my friends. I'm a Solarian, originally from Krypton, " The figure smiled and made a sweeping gesture to encompass further into the Great Empty. "How may we reward you, Klark of the Kant Clan? " Kikteek asked. "No reward is necessary, friends, " The figure said. "One of TerraSol's greatest heroes is always willing to help out those in need! " It touched two fingers to its brow... and was gone. Cheekeet looked at her scanners. The figure was rapidly accelerating, too fast for even major capital ships to withstand without the inertia crushing the ship to debris. Right when it reached the speed of light there was a rippling glitter and the figure was gone in a flash of blue and red then white light. They were safe, their nest-mates on the planet were safe. And the being had recorded every iota, every microsecond, every joule of the fight, uploading the footage to the station. Cheekeet knew that the Unified Science Council would want that footage. ---------------------- In an emergency session the Unified Exploration Council determined that a seventh type of xenosentient had been discovered in the Great Gulf. The Executors argued that all quasi-authorized and unauthorized colonies or scientific outposts in the Great Gulf should be recalled, by force if necessary. The Executors argue that the actions against the Precursor Artifact show that the Solarians have not only dangerous attitudes but dangerous technology at their disposal. The Unified Science Council counsels caution at this time. ----------------------- TO: Hero League @ Cyborg-Collective From: Klark-351 Check out the attached file! Just over a hundred drones and a Precursor war machine, looked like one of their late generation planetary assault machines, luckily not one of the big boys, but still more than they could handle. I took it down, but man, it was a fight. Attached are visual files so you can tell I upheld our appearances and standards. I want full point credit for this on the leaderboards. Make sure the files get uploaded to InfoNet, I want everyone to check out that last battle. Man, I look good. These bird people, though. I felt bad for them. They didn't stand a chance. Let everyone else on Hero League know that the bird people are pretty formal. They want to see what you look like and know where you're from. Seemed like a cultural thing. Their computer systems are pretty last-gen, software is worse than even the old Mantid pre-war software. I made sure to upload footage of my battle to their servers, as per League rules. Anyway, I think this sector needs some heroes. This should put me over the point score needed to get a League Assemble Trial Raid. I'll need a Wallace from CONFED INT. too, they probably want to know what goes on in this sector. This sector needs protected. I should have enough achievements to establish a base at this time. Any League members who want to take part in the Trial will be required to put up double-standard points to compete. Once a League is assembled, I will be building a base in this sector. There's plenty of heroic deeds to go around out here. --KLARK-351 ---------NOTHING FOLLOWS---------- CONFEDERATE INTELLIGENCE MEMO CC: Artificial Biological States; Digital Artificial Intelligence Infonet Worlds;; Cyborg Cooperative; Clone Directorate; Mantid Free Worlds; Traena'ad Hive Worlds Looks like the LARP group out of the Cyborg Cooperative is starting to patrol the Great Gulf. Someone REMIND THEM that they can't open to Villain League at this time. These are First Contact Species out there, let's not give them the wrong idea about the Confederacy. We're giving the Hero League permission to establish a League Base in that Great Gulf sector and will be assigning a director ranked intelligence liaison. -------NOTHING FOLLOWS--------- CYBORG COOPERATIVE RE: Your Last Will inform the Hero League that at this time only those with a GALACTIC rating or better are allowed in the Great Gulf and any others will be stripped of rank and banned if they do not return in 15 standard units. 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Blood on her name movie trailer. According to this, stalking and premeditated murder is the best answer to bullying. Thanks again for saving the day, Hollywood.
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