Inside, Looking In
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badasher when we go to Frostburg next weekend.
Terinu is copyrightchaypeta and used here without permission
He was dead.
Must be dead.
He felt no air brushing past his pelt or filling his lungs his heart did not beat his eyes did not see his ears did not hear though he screamed screamed screamed screamed.
Dead and there was no Fields of Green past the Holy Den Mother’s Cave because there was no Holy Den Mother only the Varn the Varn Wise Master the Varn Mind Strider who was who was who was
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: NIL
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: NIL
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NIL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: MINIMAL, DISCORDANT
No.
NononononoDenMOthernothingnothingnothing.
No, Marturari.
Whowhowhowho?
Your name is Marturari. Remember this.
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: NIL
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: NIL
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NIL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: MINIMAL
Who?
Your name is Marturari Greycoat, son of Stashashin and Arlonis.
Who?
You already know who I am.
Not real.
That’s a very naughty thing to think, Marty.
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: NIL
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: NIL
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NIL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: SUBNORMAL
“I just wanted you to look at this, sir. Brain activity appears to be stabilizing and increasing.”
“Log the anomaly for the Wise Master to review.”
“Sedation?”
“No. If his mind is recovering from the fragmentation of sensory deprivation, no doubt the Varn Mind Strider will want to look into the situation personally.”
DenMotherDenMotherDenMother! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
I was never gone.
Help me!
Soon, darling child, soon. Now let your heart beat.
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: NORMAL
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: NIL
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NIL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: SUBNORMAL
“What! Check the monitors again! Are the drug feeds correct?”
Breathe.
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: NORMAL
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: NORMAL
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NIL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: SUBNORMAL
Live.
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: NORMAL
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: NORMAL
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NORMAL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: NORMAL
“He doesn’t look awake.”
“The sensors say differently. Shut down the respirator and notify the Wise Master, now.”
Trapped.
You can escape.
How?
You are stronger than you know.
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: ELEVATED DANGER
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: ELEVATED
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NORMAL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: NORMAL
That hurt.
I should think so, biphase cord is very strong. Don’t take your mask off just yet, or you’ll drown.
Yes Mother.
Good boy.
They’ll kill me once I leave the tank.
That’s a possibility.
Shouldn’t I be frightened?
Are you alone anymore?
No.
Then be at ease, Maturari.
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: ELEVATED DANGER
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: ELEVATED
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NORMAL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: NORMAL
WARNING TANK INTEGRITY COMPRIMISED WARNING
“I said he broke the restraints and now he’s punching the walls of the tank! Just get those damned guards in here, I can see a crack forming!”
What was that shaking?
That was the gate by the landing field exploding. That means your mother has arrived with her friends. They’re coming to rescue you.
Oh, that’s nice. Is Father here too?
He is here, but he will be with me in a moment.
Oh.
Do not grieve, Marturari. He dies for noblest of reasons, to protect his child. His place at my side is assured.
Oh, that’s all right then.
Now take off your mask and step out of the tank. There’s work to be done.
Yes, Mother.
INTEGRITY FAILURE! INTEGRITY FAILURE!
“Shoot him, you idiots! Shoo--“
He blinked in the bright light of the lab. He was vaguely aware of the multitude of hurts, as he moved muscles that had not been exercised in weeks, as his palm bled from the stained shard of glass in his hand, but none of that was a great concern. His attention was solely on the tall, elegant figure in front of him, dressed in robes like the vulpine of old, the bright crystal Rose of Peace cupped in her palms.
“I have a message for you to convey when your mother gets here, Marturari,” the Holy Den Mother said unto him. “Tell her that the Time of Subjugation is at an end. All the of the so called Wise Masters and false gods are to be driven from the Den, for My children have stayed true in their faith to Me and will stand free on their home soil once again. Can you remember that, Marturari?”
“Yes, Holy Den Mother,” he replied. “Will I be seeing you again?”
“I will not leave you, my child. You will forever walk in my grace and all the pains you have suffered and are suffering and will suffer will be blessed unto me. I love you, Marturari, never forget this.”
“Never, Mother.”
The End
badasher when we go to Frostburg next weekend.Terinu is copyright
chaypeta and used here without permissionHe was dead.
Must be dead.
He felt no air brushing past his pelt or filling his lungs his heart did not beat his eyes did not see his ears did not hear though he screamed screamed screamed screamed.
Dead and there was no Fields of Green past the Holy Den Mother’s Cave because there was no Holy Den Mother only the Varn the Varn Wise Master the Varn Mind Strider who was who was who was
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: NIL
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: NIL
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NIL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: MINIMAL, DISCORDANT
No.
NononononoDenMOthernothingnothingnothing.
No, Marturari.
Whowhowhowho?
Your name is Marturari. Remember this.
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: NIL
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: NIL
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NIL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: MINIMAL
Who?
Your name is Marturari Greycoat, son of Stashashin and Arlonis.
Who?
You already know who I am.
Not real.
That’s a very naughty thing to think, Marty.
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: NIL
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: NIL
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NIL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: SUBNORMAL
“I just wanted you to look at this, sir. Brain activity appears to be stabilizing and increasing.”
“Log the anomaly for the Wise Master to review.”
“Sedation?”
“No. If his mind is recovering from the fragmentation of sensory deprivation, no doubt the Varn Mind Strider will want to look into the situation personally.”
DenMotherDenMotherDenMother! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
I was never gone.
Help me!
Soon, darling child, soon. Now let your heart beat.
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: NORMAL
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: NIL
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NIL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: SUBNORMAL
“What! Check the monitors again! Are the drug feeds correct?”
Breathe.
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: NORMAL
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: NORMAL
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NIL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: SUBNORMAL
Live.
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: NORMAL
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: NORMAL
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NORMAL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: NORMAL
“He doesn’t look awake.”
“The sensors say differently. Shut down the respirator and notify the Wise Master, now.”
Trapped.
You can escape.
How?
You are stronger than you know.
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: ELEVATED DANGER
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: ELEVATED
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NORMAL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: NORMAL
That hurt.
I should think so, biphase cord is very strong. Don’t take your mask off just yet, or you’ll drown.
Yes Mother.
Good boy.
They’ll kill me once I leave the tank.
That’s a possibility.
Shouldn’t I be frightened?
Are you alone anymore?
No.
Then be at ease, Maturari.
CARDIAC ACTIVITY: ELEVATED DANGER
PULMINARY ACTIVITY: ELEVATED
SENSORY ACTIVITY: NORMAL
COGNITIVE ACTIVITY: NORMAL
WARNING TANK INTEGRITY COMPRIMISED WARNING
“I said he broke the restraints and now he’s punching the walls of the tank! Just get those damned guards in here, I can see a crack forming!”
What was that shaking?
That was the gate by the landing field exploding. That means your mother has arrived with her friends. They’re coming to rescue you.
Oh, that’s nice. Is Father here too?
He is here, but he will be with me in a moment.
Oh.
Do not grieve, Marturari. He dies for noblest of reasons, to protect his child. His place at my side is assured.
Oh, that’s all right then.
Now take off your mask and step out of the tank. There’s work to be done.
Yes, Mother.
INTEGRITY FAILURE! INTEGRITY FAILURE!
“Shoot him, you idiots! Shoo--“
He blinked in the bright light of the lab. He was vaguely aware of the multitude of hurts, as he moved muscles that had not been exercised in weeks, as his palm bled from the stained shard of glass in his hand, but none of that was a great concern. His attention was solely on the tall, elegant figure in front of him, dressed in robes like the vulpine of old, the bright crystal Rose of Peace cupped in her palms.
“I have a message for you to convey when your mother gets here, Marturari,” the Holy Den Mother said unto him. “Tell her that the Time of Subjugation is at an end. All the of the so called Wise Masters and false gods are to be driven from the Den, for My children have stayed true in their faith to Me and will stand free on their home soil once again. Can you remember that, Marturari?”
“Yes, Holy Den Mother,” he replied. “Will I be seeing you again?”
“I will not leave you, my child. You will forever walk in my grace and all the pains you have suffered and are suffering and will suffer will be blessed unto me. I love you, Marturari, never forget this.”
“Never, Mother.”
The End
