The Dementia
Disclaimer: I own none of the personalities or anything mentioned in this story, but I do own the story and the idea of it.
Part 1: Genesis
I.
"It all started on August 16th, 2004. My family moved to New York City, yeah, sucks, I know. Anyway, we went there for a few reasons, closer to work, closer to school, and a place to play Magic: The Gathering. Anyway, after a 2-hour drive, we get into the city, and no-one's there, what the hell?"
The car stopped at the new apartment, no one is around, and silence fills the streets of the big city. I had no idea what the hell was going on at the time so I just took my bags and entered the building. No one was there, my family was still at the car, looking around. "Screw them," I thought, I need to do some work. I went up the stairs, still no one. I was kinda scared, and the new scream coming from outside didn't help.
I rushed outside and some weird zombie things were at the car, trying to flip it or break the windows. My family, scared shitless, was in the car, helpless. "Hey, you bastards, over here!" I yelled. Three broke from the car to attack me, but I was ready. The others were still attacking the car and I plotted a plan.
The world blurred. "Fuck!" I audibly said. "Now I have to do this blind!" I ignored the blurriness and tried to fight the stench of the things. They were a few meters away and their stench became overwhelming as they closed in. I launched my attack, a sweep kick followed by a punch to the upper nose, if it connected, it would kill anything, the fuckers attack my family, they will die. I sweeped the first thing's feet from under it and I aimed at its upper nose as it fell. I shouldn't have tried that while slipping, and I missed. It was then that I noticed that more and more zombie-things gathered along the car along with a different, four-legged thing that broke the windshield with it's tounge. The family gathered at the back of the car but they were still in range of the thing which was attacking them brutally.
A flash. "Stop." My voice echoed between the two worlds with enough power to stop the creature's attack and look at their new target. "Stop it." "Stop" The rings became clear. "No!" "Not now" I was two voices speaking as one. "No" "Stop" "Stop it". Flashes, faces I knew, but not familiar. "Stop" "Stop" "Stop" I clutched my head as it throbbed. And I screamed before the darkness came.
II.
"Do we exist? What is our purpose? Do you matter? Join us. Change it all."
"Ahh." My head really hurt as I got up. Only I wasn't in New York, but in another place. A beach. Nothing but black sand and black waves under a charred sky. Mountains in the distance, curved, sharp, precise. Nothing else here.
"Hello?" my voice echoed.
"About damn time you awakened" It was a dark figure, wearing black clothing, wielding a chain and having a dagger in a shoulder holster.
"Ch-Chainer?" Of course I knew the dementist, he was the star of my favorite book.
"Yeah"
"Where am I?"
"In your dementia space"
Of course I knew where I was, I just wanted to be sure. Dementia is a state in where your mind has another world in it. You see, I suffer from a disease where that world occasionally coincides with the physical realm. It has its advantages (like conjuring an invisible hand to take off a woman's shirt), but is hard to control. Chainer and his book were famous because he and others in his fictional world could summon creatures from his Dementia to become real to others, not just the accursed.
"My world isn't fictional, Tom" he replied
"Huh?" Of course he could read my mind, he was a part of my mind.
"Right, and I'm going to show you how to summon"
"You came here by being in touch with your Dementia"
"How?"
"By creating mass mental trauma, your mind reached its peak of reality, and spilt into the real world"
"But what happened to the real world?"
"…"
"What happened?" I demanded
"Well, when a dementia caster awakens, it can cause a great force"
"How much?"
"Lots. It depends on the emotion that released it but it's usually enough to destroy a few city blocks"
"So my family…"
"Probably dead"
It didn't hurt as much as I imagined, first a sense of sorrow and regret, then a quiver, and my body shook. Then I felt myself slipping again, and I opened my eyes.
III.
"Is it a dream or reality?" "Will I ever know" "Will we ever know" "You're still here?" "Of course"
"Is he okay?" the man asked.
"I don't know, what happened?"
"You're asking me?"
"Shh, he's waking up"
I woke up with the same dull ache in my head. Only I could see better now, and I was in a hotel or an apartment or something. Standing over me was a man, dressed in casual clothes, a t-shirt, a blazer, and jeans. Next to him was a beautiful woman wearing the same clothes as the guy. I tried to conjure a little animated hand (for personal reasons) but couldn't, something shifted in my mind.
"Hey, kid, you okay?" The guy asked.
"My name is Tom, Tom Stuart."
"Yeah, do you know what happened?"
"No, What?"
I was afraid to look but I did. "Dear God" I whispered as I surveyed the destruction. Two full city blocks were gone, nothing left but dust and bits of foundation. I felt sick and leaned out the window to vomit, the girl held my head in her lap after I was done. I would not cry but I would deal with my sorrow, that I learned so that I will be stronger.
"You can cry," said the woman.
"No, that's okay," I replied.
"Shh, no need to be a man, crying is okay"
"I don't need to, I'm okay" Shit. I started getting angry, If I got enough emotion, I would release Dementia.
"It's better to get it all out at once"
"No, I did that destruction, I killed my family and hundreds of others."
They both looked shocked and looked at each other to confirm that I was crazy.
"Don't joke." The man said.
"I'm not, do you know what Dementia is?"
Both of them shook their heads in unison.
"Dementia is a state of mind where one can create objects that are real only to them."
Now they were sure I was crazy.
"But if someone with Dementia can release a large emotion at once…"
"It's okay, you'll be fine" the man said.
"You think I'm crazy."
They both hurried to say no to try to hide their feelings.
"Forget it."
"Anyway who are you and why are you here?"
"I'm Chris Redfield and this is my sister, Claire."
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Anyway, we're stuck here too, we came to warm people of a corporation called 'Umbrella'"
"Umbrella?"
"Yes, they manufacture biological weapons and this is one of their test sites.
"So, what'd they do?"
"They unleashed a chemical virus called the 'G-Virus' which alters people's biological systems to make them inhuman?"
"How do you know?"
"I've fought them before."
"Okay, so how do we get out?"
"Well, the place has been blocked off by police barricades but we have a chopper getting us out in 14 hours"
"Why so long?"
"We had another mission planned"
"Okay, so let's go"
"To the point, I like that"
"Let's just go"
"Okay, here is where we go"
"We have to hit three points before we can leave"
"Why should I help you?"
"Have you seen those zombies? Not fun without protection"
"Okay, so where do we go?"
"First, to the nearest NYPD precinct, to get some ammo and information. Second, to the to the local power station, so we can send some distress messages to draw attention. And third, to Umbrella's local virus depot so we can trash the place, we get picked up outside of there."
"Fine, lets go."
"Wait, are you armed?"
"With my fists, I could take down a few zombies."
They both laughed at that.
"Here," Chris handed me a 9mm berretta. "Do you know how to use it?"
"Point and shoot right?"
"Heh, I really like you"
"Whatever, lets go."
End of Part 1
What did you think? This is my first non-humor fic and would like to know how you thought it was. Please review.
Disclaimer: I own none of the personalities or anything mentioned in this story, but I do own the story and the idea of it.
Part 1: Genesis
I.
"It all started on August 16th, 2004. My family moved to New York City, yeah, sucks, I know. Anyway, we went there for a few reasons, closer to work, closer to school, and a place to play Magic: The Gathering. Anyway, after a 2-hour drive, we get into the city, and no-one's there, what the hell?"
The car stopped at the new apartment, no one is around, and silence fills the streets of the big city. I had no idea what the hell was going on at the time so I just took my bags and entered the building. No one was there, my family was still at the car, looking around. "Screw them," I thought, I need to do some work. I went up the stairs, still no one. I was kinda scared, and the new scream coming from outside didn't help.
I rushed outside and some weird zombie things were at the car, trying to flip it or break the windows. My family, scared shitless, was in the car, helpless. "Hey, you bastards, over here!" I yelled. Three broke from the car to attack me, but I was ready. The others were still attacking the car and I plotted a plan.
The world blurred. "Fuck!" I audibly said. "Now I have to do this blind!" I ignored the blurriness and tried to fight the stench of the things. They were a few meters away and their stench became overwhelming as they closed in. I launched my attack, a sweep kick followed by a punch to the upper nose, if it connected, it would kill anything, the fuckers attack my family, they will die. I sweeped the first thing's feet from under it and I aimed at its upper nose as it fell. I shouldn't have tried that while slipping, and I missed. It was then that I noticed that more and more zombie-things gathered along the car along with a different, four-legged thing that broke the windshield with it's tounge. The family gathered at the back of the car but they were still in range of the thing which was attacking them brutally.
A flash. "Stop." My voice echoed between the two worlds with enough power to stop the creature's attack and look at their new target. "Stop it." "Stop" The rings became clear. "No!" "Not now" I was two voices speaking as one. "No" "Stop" "Stop it". Flashes, faces I knew, but not familiar. "Stop" "Stop" "Stop" I clutched my head as it throbbed. And I screamed before the darkness came.
II.
"Do we exist? What is our purpose? Do you matter? Join us. Change it all."
"Ahh." My head really hurt as I got up. Only I wasn't in New York, but in another place. A beach. Nothing but black sand and black waves under a charred sky. Mountains in the distance, curved, sharp, precise. Nothing else here.
"Hello?" my voice echoed.
"About damn time you awakened" It was a dark figure, wearing black clothing, wielding a chain and having a dagger in a shoulder holster.
"Ch-Chainer?" Of course I knew the dementist, he was the star of my favorite book.
"Yeah"
"Where am I?"
"In your dementia space"
Of course I knew where I was, I just wanted to be sure. Dementia is a state in where your mind has another world in it. You see, I suffer from a disease where that world occasionally coincides with the physical realm. It has its advantages (like conjuring an invisible hand to take off a woman's shirt), but is hard to control. Chainer and his book were famous because he and others in his fictional world could summon creatures from his Dementia to become real to others, not just the accursed.
"My world isn't fictional, Tom" he replied
"Huh?" Of course he could read my mind, he was a part of my mind.
"Right, and I'm going to show you how to summon"
"You came here by being in touch with your Dementia"
"How?"
"By creating mass mental trauma, your mind reached its peak of reality, and spilt into the real world"
"But what happened to the real world?"
"…"
"What happened?" I demanded
"Well, when a dementia caster awakens, it can cause a great force"
"How much?"
"Lots. It depends on the emotion that released it but it's usually enough to destroy a few city blocks"
"So my family…"
"Probably dead"
It didn't hurt as much as I imagined, first a sense of sorrow and regret, then a quiver, and my body shook. Then I felt myself slipping again, and I opened my eyes.
III.
"Is it a dream or reality?" "Will I ever know" "Will we ever know" "You're still here?" "Of course"
"Is he okay?" the man asked.
"I don't know, what happened?"
"You're asking me?"
"Shh, he's waking up"
I woke up with the same dull ache in my head. Only I could see better now, and I was in a hotel or an apartment or something. Standing over me was a man, dressed in casual clothes, a t-shirt, a blazer, and jeans. Next to him was a beautiful woman wearing the same clothes as the guy. I tried to conjure a little animated hand (for personal reasons) but couldn't, something shifted in my mind.
"Hey, kid, you okay?" The guy asked.
"My name is Tom, Tom Stuart."
"Yeah, do you know what happened?"
"No, What?"
I was afraid to look but I did. "Dear God" I whispered as I surveyed the destruction. Two full city blocks were gone, nothing left but dust and bits of foundation. I felt sick and leaned out the window to vomit, the girl held my head in her lap after I was done. I would not cry but I would deal with my sorrow, that I learned so that I will be stronger.
"You can cry," said the woman.
"No, that's okay," I replied.
"Shh, no need to be a man, crying is okay"
"I don't need to, I'm okay" Shit. I started getting angry, If I got enough emotion, I would release Dementia.
"It's better to get it all out at once"
"No, I did that destruction, I killed my family and hundreds of others."
They both looked shocked and looked at each other to confirm that I was crazy.
"Don't joke." The man said.
"I'm not, do you know what Dementia is?"
Both of them shook their heads in unison.
"Dementia is a state of mind where one can create objects that are real only to them."
Now they were sure I was crazy.
"But if someone with Dementia can release a large emotion at once…"
"It's okay, you'll be fine" the man said.
"You think I'm crazy."
They both hurried to say no to try to hide their feelings.
"Forget it."
"Anyway who are you and why are you here?"
"I'm Chris Redfield and this is my sister, Claire."
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Anyway, we're stuck here too, we came to warm people of a corporation called 'Umbrella'"
"Umbrella?"
"Yes, they manufacture biological weapons and this is one of their test sites.
"So, what'd they do?"
"They unleashed a chemical virus called the 'G-Virus' which alters people's biological systems to make them inhuman?"
"How do you know?"
"I've fought them before."
"Okay, so how do we get out?"
"Well, the place has been blocked off by police barricades but we have a chopper getting us out in 14 hours"
"Why so long?"
"We had another mission planned"
"Okay, so let's go"
"To the point, I like that"
"Let's just go"
"Okay, here is where we go"
"We have to hit three points before we can leave"
"Why should I help you?"
"Have you seen those zombies? Not fun without protection"
"Okay, so where do we go?"
"First, to the nearest NYPD precinct, to get some ammo and information. Second, to the to the local power station, so we can send some distress messages to draw attention. And third, to Umbrella's local virus depot so we can trash the place, we get picked up outside of there."
"Fine, lets go."
"Wait, are you armed?"
"With my fists, I could take down a few zombies."
They both laughed at that.
"Here," Chris handed me a 9mm berretta. "Do you know how to use it?"
"Point and shoot right?"
"Heh, I really like you"
"Whatever, lets go."
End of Part 1
What did you think? This is my first non-humor fic and would like to know how you thought it was. Please review.