Monday, July 21st 2008
I woke up this morning, in a hospital, with this girl standing next to my bed. I don't know the girl, though I have but a vague recollection of how I got here. All I remember is that my headache only worsened, the further I went, to a point that I started to have a nosebleed. Then came a moment that I was bleeding somewhere else. I don't know where, but I could have sworn it was somewhere near my gender, or it actually was my gender. I don't know, because when I noticed how much I was bleeding, it was too much for my aching head to bear, so I passed out eventually.
So now I'm awake. The girl I mentioned said her name was Tamara. To my question as to what brought her to see me, she said she sensed something about me. Actually, she's been sensing it since Friday, which is the same day that my headaches started. She didn't know what it was, but she did know that there was something supernatural about it, or else she wouldn't have sensed it. When she arrived here, so she told me, she heard the doctors say that I had the most peculiar tumor they've ever seen. Usually, a tumor takes some time to grow, but this one appeared as though it was planted into my head, much like you try to pry an extra piece of cloth into your baggage, when it's already full. They had no explanation for what they saw, or why I was even pissing blood, as they found no malfunction in my kidneys. What they did witness was as though my entire organic structure was changing. The latter one was nothing that Tamara sensed, but some guy did. She didn't know much about that guy, apart from the name Logan, and that he only sensed me because,... I'm not sure I understood this right, but he sensed some kind of beast growing in me. As this Logan guy did not know me, he didn't know if I would try to suppress the beast, or embrace it. As it appeared (wonder why he'd tell Tamara that much) he couldn't take any risks of me becoming "another one", so he allowed some of his own blood to flow through my veins (no idea as to how I survived that), and I was cured from that beast. All the while, Tamara took care of that tumor that was killing me.
So two people just saved my life. The guy did it out of more personal reasons, which is also the reason he didn't wait for me to wake up. As for Tamara, she's been sensing some kind of disturbace for quite some time. Only this time, she actually gets to meet someone who's directly involved. All I did was tell who I think that's responcible. Judging from her responce, she was a wiccan girl who didn't believe in this one deity that the majority of the world believed in. Under normal circumstances, neither would I, I told her, but too many things have happened so far. And not only to me. But just to be sure, she knew of someone in the state of Washington who might be able to help us.
Also, you probably already knew this, but it turns out that North Vancouver is in British Columbia, Canada, and I was in a hospital in Vancouver city now. This made last weekend's events even stranger. I know that Twin Peaks was near the Canadian border, but why would I somehow be transported across the border? Come to think of it, I dreamed of Erica, who looked like a werewolf, later I met a beast that looked a lot like a wolf, and if I may believe Tamara, or this guy Logan, I was about to become one myself. This wouldn't only mark the second time I met a werewolf, but it also got me to think that my dream wasn't at all a dream. But then... what was it?
Anyway, I agreed with Tamara to get me to see that guy, but I wanted to do some things first before I go anywhere. Though she seemed annoyed, she agreed anyway. So I first wrote down all of this, and now I'm gonna check my e-mails.
In finding a internet-café, I got to explore just a little of Vancouver. So far it appeared alright. I didn't see anything... unusual, or met anyone strange. Apart from Tamara, but she said she wasn't from Canada, so she doesn't count. I guess Vancouver is the first city I encountered that doesn't have anything strange about it.
I just checked my e-mails, expecting to find only four or five mails from Erica, but I found twenty. For every day that passed by, she wrote four or five messages, not one for each day as I expected. I'd love to read them all, but I'm already running behind on schedule, so I read only the ones from the first day she sent me any messages and replied to them. In those replies, I didn't tell her explicitly what happened to me, but I did tell her that whatever happened made me wish she was with me, so I didn't have to face it all alone. Naturally, I also explained to her why I didn't reply to the other ones, hoping she'd understand.
Then there were Jess' mails, of which there were only two, so I have some time for that. She told me she managed to translate some of the Necronomicon's texts already. She even experimented with one of the rituals mentioned. In doing so, she told me somebody now believes she's seen a world where humans are operated by machines, rather than the other way around.
When Tamara helped me get into Washington, I thought she was joking. I mean, all she did was tell me to close my eyes, after which she put her hands on my shoulders. Then I waited, until she told me to open them again. When I looked around, I saw we were still in Vancouver. We had to drive out of town, before I saw the sign that said we were in Seattle. The sign in question could use some renovation, as someone has sprayed a line over Seattle and wrote "Promise City" over it, only for that latter to be sprayed over again to be replaced by Seattle again.
Anyway, we went to see this guy, who wasn't much older than either Tamara or me. This guy, who said his name was Kyle, apparently was able to do some things of which nobody, not even Tamara, was supposed to know about. Given the whole thing that transpired around this city with the so-called 4400, I wondered why this Kyle didn't come clean with his abilities. All he said is that it's complicated. I didn't ask for any details, but in a way I don't blame him. Even if I had special abilities, I'd rather keep them to myself.
So anyway, with a mixture of both Kyle and Tamara's abilities, they were able to see whatever it was that I was supposed to remember. The tumor was indeed planted in my head by some supernatural means, but nobody could see where it came from. Then they analyzed the other events I spoke of. The lightning that nearly struck me, the train that I was supposed to be on. With the latter, Tamara seemed to be more familiar then she led on, but with this she seemed to have felt two forces at once. And that storm over Illinois, that same force was sensed there. This appeared to be somewhat frightening to Kyle, because his girlfriend is a Christian, he wanted to be sure I wasn't pointing any fingers. I never ruled out that possibility, but given the timing at which these things happened to me,... well, you tell me if you've got a better explanation. Kyles seemed to have trouble believing that the god that everyone worships would want to do all that. After that, I decided he'd better be left alone.
What happened to Tamara, I don't know. The one minute she was there, the other she was gone. It was like her curiosity was satisfied, so there's nothing left for her here. Oh well, that Logan she mentioned only stayed as long as he needed, so I didn't expect anything different from her. I should now finish writing, so I can explore Seattle. That one piece of Seattle I've seen so far looked very much like Vancouver, so I hope there's still something here that doesn't look like I've seen it before.