Author:
Weird_Peace aka Harper's
Censor:
PG-13
Spoilers:
Devil Takes the Hindmost and some Harper 2.0
Story:
Harper and Rev story
Disclaimer:
As much as I'd like to own these characters, they all belong to Tribune.
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Chapter
3
Harper
gazed down at the picture in his hand. He couldn't believe it. The picture was
of his best friend Daniel! They had been born on the exact same day, shared the
same crib, or what could be called a crib on Earth, and were inseparable. That
was, until the Nietzscheans came...
"Stop
it!" Harper put his hands on both sides of his head, trying to block out
the images. He didn't need this again. Glancing over, he saw the journal on the
floor. He must have dropped it in surprise. Looking at it, he realized what the
journal actually meant.
Rev had
killed his best friend's mother.
Harper
remembered the day. The day when the Nietzscheans came. They had taken both
Daniel and his mother. For days he had wondered...now he knew.
The
memories and sudden anger at when Rev had done were still clamoring in his
brain. He looked at the journal again. A small part of his brain told him to
leave it, that he probably wouldn't want to know. But curiosity won out over
reason as he picked the book up and flipped back to the page he was at.
I
eventually escaped from that place. Paralytic poison has been given to us for
reasons.
Running
across the area for awhile, I came upon another community of Magog. They
accepted me, although they didn't have much food for themselves. I think they
were going to make me their prey, but I won't know now will I?
I
was only a part of their community for a short time. I remember the day
Thaddeus Blake walked into a hoard of us. He spoke of truths and words I could
barely comprehend. But it was beautiful. I wanted that life. After his speech,
others who were not affected tried to attack Blake. I wasn't the only one who
made them back down.
To
become a Wayist, it is much harder than most give credit. The hunger is with
you everyday, but eating defies everything your mentor has taught you. Often I
found myself screeching to the wind for purchase.
One
night, the wind answered back.
Harper
shook his head. Crazy metaphors...
The
hunger consumed me that night. I found myself running through the forests surrounding
our retreat. A rabbit jumped into my path, and I chased it in the moonlight.
Almost catching it, I smelled something nearby. Blood.
Following
the scent, I found a human boy. He was thin, petite, and covered in his own
blood. My mouth watered, but before I could eat, a strong wind came. It pushed
the scent of blood away, and it picked up my medallion. As it died, the
medallion fell back on my chest. The weight reminded me of what I was. Fighting
every urge, I picked the young man up and carried him to our retreat.
Blake
and the others took him away. They kept me from seeing him. They told me I
would startle the man, but I knew they still didn't fully trust me. I was
grateful.
Later
I found the boy had been beaten by Nietzscheans. They had left him on the
planet to die. He was lucky I had found him; he had been bleeding heavily and
wouldn't have lasted two more minutes.
I
don't know what compelled me to do so, but I had to see him. I needed too. When
they didn't allow me, I used my natural stealth to get in. Thaddeus was
waiting.
"Please
forgive me..." His raised hand silenced me. He pointed to a door. I bowed
thanks, and walked through.
The
boy was sleeping peacefully. Silently, I walked over and looked down at his
young face. Many minutes passed before I left the room.
"Did
you find what you were looking for?" Blake always seemed to read minds. I
turned to my teacher. The words were hard to find.
"I
killed the boy's mother. It was a long time ago. On another planet. I was
different then."
Blake
watched me as I spoke.
"Are
you trying to convince me?" I shook my head.
"No."
He accepted my answer with a slow nod.
"We
are going to try and open his eyes," Blake change the subject abruptly.
"He has had a hard life. I believe the Divine sent him to us...to you for
a reason. Maybe Wayism will help you both find peace with your pasts. Until
then, I suggest you stay away. You might...startle him."
I
nodded. I knew what I was. I was accepting the idea of being rejected by most.
The
boy healed, but he wouldn't listen to our priests. Three days later, he ran
away.
What
the hell...
It
wasn't finished. After the visit, dreams came. They were all the same. Always,
there was a song...it was beautiful...it surrounded me. Then it was taken away.
Darkness and fear surrounded me. But soon came a bright light and with it the
music. The light would begin to take on shape. A hand, tiny compared to mine,
would reach out to stroke my face. The music would surround me with warmth. And
there were always three words spoken. Take care of.
I
would wake before it was finished. And I would wonder. Take care of who? Was it
me who was supposed to care or supposed to be cared for?
Answers
would come soon enough.