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[Epilepsy Warning]

Rain. As a kid I always thought the sky can get sad and cry, hence they rain. It’s no wonder people always depict rainy seasons with sadness, but today it’s not going to be that sad for me. A cozy couch, a warm blanket, Netflix and hot choco. I’ve neatly placed the two mugs on the table in front of the couch and moved one of the mugs to create more space on the right side of it, cause I know how Chris loves to lay back and put his feet up on the table. He’s been gone for a while working in his new internship job across town, from time to time he would come back home and hang out for a day or two during the weekends and sometimes surprises me on weekdays, its currently Wednesday and I’m already anticipating him to visit. It’s been almost two hours of waiting and his hot choco is getting cold and I’m already two episodes done watching the new series “The Observer”. I’ve always been a fan of horror movies that gives me the chills, its mysteries like this really catches my attention, but Chris was always the scaredy cat when it comes to these types of shows. Its already almost 6:30pm and I’m pretty sure he’s not coming home, its times like this always makes me miss him so much it makes me cry. I’m always so sick of sleeping on a bed for two, hugging a pillow and waking up only to realize he’s still not around. I picked up my phone and called him, I hear his voice, but it was only his answering machine telling me to leave a message. God, I miss his voice, his soft, welcoming tone when he says “hello” in his recording, I always hoped I could talk to him again whenever his not busy. I left him a message and told him about the series that I was watching, how gruesome the graphics were and how scary the story was, basically everything he hates to know about a tv show or any show in general. I also asked him if he’s ever gonna visit in the weekend because I wanna prepare a delicious meal for him if he comes over. I told him that I missed him so much and that I hope I can hear his voice again, for at least one more time. It’s only been a week since he left, but it already feels like forever.

Sunday. It's hot, the sun was peeking on me between the window blinds. I forgot to close them again last night, usually Chris would remind me to close them before sleeping because our window was facing east where the sun rises. Speaking of Chris, an empty bedside again, he hasn’t come home yet... God, I miss him. Times like these we’d go out riding our bikes through the park but today, I'm going on a jog alone. During my 30-minute jog, I can't help to think of him again, how he's been, has he eaten yet? I wish I could hear any news from him. Finishing my morning jog, I stopped at front of my door and smelled... Bacon? Overcooked to be in fact. I knew that Chris was never a good cook but always loved to surprise me, so without hesitation I rushed inside and ran to the kitchen only to be greatly disappointed to see that I left the stove on burning the bacon for over half an hour. I turned it off, opened the windows, sat on my chair and stared at my empty plate wondering, when? WHEN IS HE GONNA COME BACK HOME?! Every day I wait for him! For a visit, an email or at least a call! A FUCKING CALL! It's all I ever asked for... I picked up the phone furiously and dialed his number and all I heard was his stupid answering machine. After the beep I yelled at him, telling him that he hasn't even sent me anything, I told him that I wanted to hear any news from him and stop ignoring my messages. I told him that I missed him so much and to send me anything back so that I would know how he is. I said I was sorry I yelled, and that I just needed him for at least a day, or an hour, a minute? Even just for a second. I told him to please come back home to me.

About an hour later, my phone rang, somebody called back, I ran to my phone and answered it. With a hopeful yet shaky tone I said “Hello?”, but the voice of a woman answered, it wasn’t Chris, it was his mother. At this point I can only hear her murmuring about god damn nonsense again, who is she to call me? And on a time like this? She had so much nerve I just wanna yell at her the moment I heard her voice, or anyone else’s that isn’t Chris. But what really triggered me the most, is when she said “He’s not gonna come back...” I swear to god I felt a nerve popped somewhere in my head. I told her that he’s not gone, I'M JUST BEING HOPEFUL! They never found the body, and I know that my lover will find his way back to me! She started crying and snorting like a god damn pig making me even more pissed, so I told her to stop calling me because I wanted some time alone. The call ended, a week has passed, “He’s gone huh...” I whispered to myself more often than I realized. Maybe... Maybe he will come back home.

Friday. People have been calling me lately, friends, family, churchmates, workmates, everybody. They all thought I was going crazy, but all I want is my Chris to come back home. God please I just want him back home, I will give anything, my everything just to have him back again. Maybe there’s still a chance I can get him back? I could contact people from his work, or his boss, because they never did find the body. Maybe he’s still alive, oh my god he can still be out there, maybe I can talk to the police... FUCK maybe he still has his cellphone! So I dialed his mobile number. Someone picked it up and I told him to not worry and that I will find him where ever he is, that I would do anything to find him and make sure he will me be in my arms again. But before the I can say anything else someone answered me. “Honey...” A sweet, caring and familiar tone... of Chris’s mother. “You have to stop...” She told me while her voice dips into sadness and started crying. I asked her where did she got Chris’s phone and since when did she got it. She told me she had it since Chris was announced missing. She started weeping as she told me that she would hear her son’s voice in the answering machine every time I called on his landline, and that she would hear me talk as if like he’s still around, but in reality, he’s gone... and that I need to accept it. My heart began pounding, rage fueling and my sadness crippling, I feel hurt. Every time... every time I remember him, his stupid laughs, his goofy smile, his poor sense of humor, his warm hugs, his caring voice and the fact that I will never have the chance to feel it again, see him or hear him. He's just gone, just like that, he’s not gonna come back home again. I told her that maybe there's still a chance, but she had to remind me that the fire where Chris worked was extreme and every person working where the fire was were burned to ashes that's why there were no bodies. I was speechless... I put the phone down and all my emotions came bursting out of me. Tears ran down my face, screams came out of me like the thunder raging outside, objects thrown, windows broken, heart pumping, walls breaking, tears kept coming, prayers sounded like begging, on the floor still crying, and lying to myself that he might come back but he won't.  

Saturday. I woke up on the floor of my bedroom, it's all messed up, shattered glasses on the floor, cracks all over my plywood walls and my cellphone is outside my window. I'm not sure if I want to pick it up again, it's probably broken. I sat down and just tried to pick up the broken pieces of me, but then again... I will always be broken. I walked to my living room, still hoping to see him and hug me... He would always rush to me whenever he sees me like this, but of course... he's not there. I went to the living room couch and laid down there imagining myself resting my head on his leg while he brushes my hair up telling me he loves me... I will never get to hear him say that again, never.  

Rain. The sky began to weep with me, sending me their regards. I spent my whole day on the couch staring at my landline phone on the table. Maybe, probably, still hoping that he might call, that he might still be around, that he might be looking over me. He told me whenever he was waiting for something, he would count to seven. So I stood up, I called his landline again and counted...

1, It rang, but no one answers...   2, I called again, no one answers...   3, I can only hear his hellos from his answering machine... 4, I'm beginning to miss him more whenever I hear his voice in his answering machine... 5, His voice began to be more and more angelic... 6, I can just listen to his voice all day and immortalize him with this call... 7, My seventh missed call, and I decided to give myself a break and just accept the fact the he's gone.

They told me I was a family-oriented man, that I'd put my love for them above everything else, above my ambitions, my pride, my life and even my own humanity. I’d give them my all, it’s why I strived to survive... I did the best I could to keep myself alive during the civil war because I missed them... so, so much. Not a single day that I didn’t dream of seeing my four daughters and my beautiful wife again. That’s why I worked hard to put up my own business once I got home from the war, a circus! Full of fun, smiles and excitement! The exact opposite of things that you would see during war. I’ve studied medicine and human biology for a great chunk of my life but even with my passion in the subject, I still really see myself as an entertainer, a shower of great and bizarre things! And with the success of my new circus, I have gained the attention of many and made a living out of it. I have even caught the attention of the man I’ve wanted to meet for a long time... Mr. George H. Wellington, a well-known man of great riches and influence in America! He accepted my invitation and came to my circus for great entertainment and a special exclusive tour of my most exotic collection of living creatures!  

The night has begun and the show’s over. An ocean of applause began raging as we made our last bow for tonight. For the audience and performers, the show has ended, but for me and an exclusive customer, the real show is only about to begin. Behind the thick red curtain and across the river of props and thespians, lie a door that would lead to an exclusive tent made especially for those who are deemed worthy. Mr. Wellington is already amused as he walks his fat belly through the halls that leads to the tent, halls that are decorated with framed exotic insects harvested from the jungles of the Amazon and the deep forests of the Philippines. His face is painted with glee as he smiles wide exposing his yellow rotting teeth, he scratches his armpit right before he touches the frames even after knowingly well that I pleaded him not to. As we reach the end of the hallway through another red thick curtain, an exhibit neatly prepared to showcase all of the creatures one by one is presented before him. Mr. Wellington exclaimed in joy and we continued the tour. He rushed on ahead walking hastily while looking through the glass windows of each container for each creature. One by one, he examined each exotic being, from albino tigers from India to some of the largest snakes ever seen. But as we go deeper, he then notices a reoccurring theme... “Why does some of you creatures only lie around with their partners and children? While the others, you showcase them to me in their most predatorial state? It bores me if I keep on seeing the same form of what you call ‘entertainment’ in this exclusive tour!”. He said with a demanding tone of voice, similar to a child-like whine, even my daughters did not whine like what this predator does. So, I lead him to the every end of the exhibit where the finale awaits! There stands before him, a large rectangular object hidden under a massive white cloth, behind it, a creature so rare, that it has only been seen by one person in the entire world, me. Mr. Wellington is thrilled to be the second person to have seen a creature this rare! So, I lead him to a special seat over-looking the eighteen-foot cage and he sweated profoundly and exhausted himself climbing up the stairs. He sits down, slightly mad about the climb but his excitement riled back up when he heard the roaring moans of multiple creatures inside the massive cage, and without any more delay, my assistants pulled the cloth off revealing my greatest... creation! I looked back to Mr. Wellington and saw the fear and disgust in his face, the very reaction I hoped to see from him. With a wide sinister smile in my face, I uttered the words “Force, bloodshed and fire...” Mr. Wellington looked at me confused and scared, asking me why did I said those words. “Those are the actions that you and your men used to kill and rape my family Mr. Wellington...” I answered as I looked into his eyes while smiling, putting both of my hands on my cane. He stood up and tripped while trying to run away, I knew with his massive over-weighted body that he would barely be able to run after getting exhausted from climbing up the stairs. He lies on the floor and turns around to see me walk to his side. He breaths heavily while crying and begged to me for his life, but I feel only rage and satisfaction while I look at him with his nose dripping out snot, his body sweating out a river, hands and knees shaking and hearing his groaning as he tries to pull back his tears and begged for mercy. I told him that mercy was never present when they tried to take my home by force while I was away, mercy was never present when they used my daughters for their sexual pleasures and mercy was never in their minds when they burned my house and family down only to build a mansion on it for his own convenience, and just like then, mercy is not present here. He struggles to get up and I kicked him down and he fell over and into the cage. There, he met his fellow monsters, people who were once humans, only now they are mushed and sewed together into one heap of twisted flesh, walking on three pairs of arms with faces spreading across its body. Mr. Wellington recognized the faces as some of his colleagues, the very same ones that helped him put up his pretty little mansion, and used my wife and daughters for their own amusement. I have intentionally starved the creature and dosed him with all sorts of strengthening and hyperstimulation drugs so that it will be prepared for my final and exclusive show... Vengeance.

Burn... burn them, burn all of them! All the equations, all your hard work, all the papers. It’s not worth it, burn it all, BURN THEM ALL!

Burn them all... words that scared the shit out of me and woke me up from sleeping on my desk, words that I thought echoed throughout my entire laboratory. This giant box with walls of cold steel, filled to the brim with machines and white boards with equations and papers that kept giving me sleepless nights, all of my life’s work. Burn them all... that nightmare I just had hit different, it felt like as if I was convinced to give up all of this. Fucking stupid, I’ve come too far for this, creating the world’s first Tachyon Anti-Telephone. A device capable of sending a message to the past, thanks to the new technology that helped not only prove Tachyons exist, but also harvest them. With this I can probably tell my past self to relax and it’s all going to work out fine. I just need a week or so to finalize this and we are one step closer to actual time travel. This is actually crazy, especially knowing the fact that I've been at this for years, and now, I am so close... years, oh God, it’s been that long since I've talked to my parents, I should give them a call... maybe tomorrow, because right now, I need to keep making progress. Yes, my parents can wait, they’ve had their time with me, now is the time to just make change, for the world.

For this fucking cruel world... it’s been... ugh, like 5, 6 days since then? And just as I called my parent’s my sister picks it up and told me they’ve been dead for 3 days. Fucking 3 days, it’s been that long that I haven't noticed, what the hell have I become? Oh God, I really need to finish this telephone, maybe I can just contact them from the past... yeah, I can get to tell them I loved them, and that I was sorry that I couldn’t be there with them, just before that fucking thief broke into our home and killed them. I could warn them, save them... yes, I need to keep going, I need to finish this, for the people I love, for those I hold dear in my heart.

My heart, my love... fuck, I can’t get shit straight, it’s been 9 days, and just as my project is making more progress, my personal life kept on decaying. I didn’t know, I didn’t realize that it’s been months that I haven’t talked to my girlfriend. She’s been left behind, empty and unloved, the very woman that made me feel complete has been sitting there incomplete. God if I haven’t called now, I would have never known she’d been seeing someone, someone from the same fucking company I work for. The guy who’s been answering calls for me from outside the laboratory. Fucking MORON! I’m one of the world’s greatest minds and yet I can’t make a single call for anyone I cared about! Wait... a call, yes! Yes! that’s all I need! I just need to finish this... this, fucking monster, the very THING that caused all this. I will only finish building you to fix what you destroyed from me. I will not let you ruin my life.

Life... My sister’s life... She took her own life, she had no one, no parents, no brother. 18 days... It’s been 18 days since I’ve tried to reach the outside world and I heard nothing but death and betrayal. All because of you... This fucking machine, it ate all of my time and I've been letting it do so, now... I will make things right. 18 days ago, I need to tell myself 18 days ago to do what I have done today. I need to type out the date and time, before it’s too late... because the fire is spreading faster than I anticipated. Heat and sweat drenches my body as the fire roars around me but tears are the only thing I felt running down my face. I activated my phone and I heard myself 18 days in the past... snoring, I screamed my heart and soul out hearing my voice echo on the other side of the line telling myself to wake up, and listen to me carefully.

Orders came and the Industry has given me full responsibility in confirming whether or not if my theory about the two entities presenting themselves to us is true. And for me to continue and see if all our projects funnel down to our main goal. During my wait for the Industry’s orders, I've discovered that the last major test for Project Hello before it malfunctioned was at the same moment when the portal that the Warden’s soldiers go through opened. This occurrence may have been the cause of the second entity’s arrival. Though the portal is in a whole different room far away from where Project Hello is, it is still possible... It may also mean it is weaker than entity #1, because it needed the assistance of a portal and a machine before it can control one of our scientists. It also appears that entity #2’s powers are proximity based. The Warden’s soldiers were all victims of it and they may have all been in proximity of its presence. But until the Warden brings back any reports relating to the second entity, I will be focusing here and make sure to keep in track of the progress of various projects in the industry and of course make sure that I keep an eye of any activity that may relate to the first entity. Coincidently, about an hour after I received the Industry’s orders, I was sent a report from one of the handlers of Project Inspire, people from the North-West section of the building. Project Inspire works on a chemical substance that interacts with the human mind keeping them productive for a long amount of time. They came to me giving a report that they said I may be interested in. Their head scientist and his 16-year-old son is now dead while his 20-year-old daughter is missing and to top it all off, there was a report of mass suicide at the school where his children studied. It does sound a whole lot like what entity #2 would do, but there were so many things that did not add up. So with haste, I went to the school with 6 armed personnel from the Warden’s stockpile of soldiers, but once we got there the mass suicide was still ongoing. Parts of the school were on fire, screams and windows breaking can be heard from afar, students and teachers jumping off roofs and there were people standing on flames staring at me straight in the eyes... there was nothing but pure chaos in every corner of the facility. Firemen and the police were in the scene but even they were traumatized and confused as to what’s happening, so I told them to make sure no one gets in and out and that we will handle the situation from the inside. It’ll be a huge mess if the public knew that this situation was caused by us and that this school with a student population of fifteen thousand is affected severely. The soldiers surrounded me with guns up and senses on high alert, but no one was after us, people ran and screamed hysterically pass by us every minute and they’re all either bleeding or on fire. Once we’ve finally reached the school’s main lobby, I noticed one door with a dead body covered in blood leaning on it. The body had multiple scratches on his chest and face with his belly split wide open, the door too had scratches and broken parts, I tried to push it open but it was barricaded from the inside. A woman’s voice then shouted asking who was at the door, so I answered and told them that I was here to help. At first, they hesitated but eventually opened the door revealing a woman in a teacher’s uniform alongside three other students with bloody uniforms. I told the soldiers to guard the door while I talk to the teacher... and this, is what I found out.

CONSTANTINE: “I am here to help, can you tell what you know?”

TEACHER: “Sir... I honestly don’t know. I was just at the teacher’s lounge when suddenly one of our students barged in grabbing pens and pencils and then started stabbing it in her head and face...”

CONSTANTINE: “Calm down ma’am, can you tell me anything that you can recall?”

TEACHER: “There were many other teachers who grabbed Montero to keep her from stabbing herself and then... the other teachers that grabbed her started doing the same thing. I was so scared and when I ran out the whole school was... all the students and teachers... they were all killing themselves...”

CONSTANTINE: “That’s all I needed to know, thank you ma’am... Soldiers! You four! Escort these survivors to safety and make sure no one touches their skin and yours at all cost!”

SOLDIER: “Understood, but what about you sir?”

CONSTANTINE: “These are four people and I'm just one, you’ll need all the helping hands you can get. Now go.”

It was all clear to me then, these people that were driven by the urge to commit suicide were getting infected by each other through direct contact by touching one person’s skin. The teachers that the woman described started killing themselves after grabbing the student. This also explains why she and other students are still sane. The mere fact that she was in the same room with multiple infected people proves that it is not airborne nor it is transmitted telepathically. This also means that this event may not be caused by neither of the two entities. And also, Montero, that is the surname of the head scientist of Project Inspire. His daughter is already dead but long after her brother and father died. I wondered as to why, so I headed straight to the teacher’s lounge to look for her dead body. As I walk the halls of the lifeless while being accompanied by death as he reaps the lives of the people around me made me feel so... angry. The soldiers beside me were practically invisible to me while my thoughts are filled with nothing but anguish. On my way to the lounge, I heard a voice in my head whispering “I will end this, fix this.” I looked around and asked the soldiers if they heard that... but they didn’t.

Eventually, we reached the lounge. Fire crackles on the side while blood drips from hanging bodies and screams behind us can be heard from inside the small enclosed room. I stared straight into the eye of the dead Montero daughter, her body was on the floor with only one eye visible from all the pens and pencil piercing her face. I was trained hard by the Industry to a point that I can tell the difference between a jogger’s and a liar’s sweat... and those screams outside... they were all screams of pain, fear and agony. These people never wanted this, they were suffering... they all were.

CONSTANINE: “You! Hack this computer for me and look for the surname Montero with a female first name. And you, take her bag and look around her notebooks, papers and laptop and check if you can find complex math equations. I’ll be checking her phone.”

SOLDIER #1 and #2: “Yes sir!”

If my theory is correct, the reason she was near the lounge and that the teacher knew her is because she was a frequent visitor there, an honor student. A daughter of a very successful scientist may give her an advantage if her course was closely related to her father’s occupancy.

SOLDIER #1: “Sir I found a match, Angelica Montero. 4th year college student on Chemical engineering, she’s got straight A’s and is top of her class.”

SOLDIER #2: “Sir, I found the equations you were looking for in this notebook. It has twelve pages worth of it.”

CONSTANTINE: “I knew it, she knows about her father’s Project Inspire and tried to help. (Beep) This is Leonard Constantine, authorization level 9. Shut Project Inspire down immediately, I will be sending over a chemical equation and make those people who worked on that project to prioritize this equation and make an antidote as soon as possible! (Beep) You two, talk the police men and fire fighters outside and tell them to capture and tie down anyone left alive in this school and cover themselves up with no exposed skin. Tell them that in no circumstances ever get touched bare skin with the infected and put the entire school on lockdown.”

The situation was later contained and an antidote was made. Hundreds of people were saved while countless others perished by their own hands. I later then confirmed my theory that the daughter had a sure spot in the Industry after she graduates and that she’s been helping her father out on his project. She discovered that the substance her father was creating was highly unstable and she started running the numbers on her notebook to revert the effects. It was too late though, her father came home from work after getting mildly exposed by their experiment. The father and son were the first to get infected and the daughter left immediately just before the effects kicked in, and she most likely had skin contact with either her father or brother before she left. She went to school, hi-fived a few friends while she’s walking towards the teacher’s lounge and the rest is history. Countless lives were lost from such a small mistake... those people that were burning, bleeding, dying, helpless as their bodies moved for them towards death and all they can do is... scream. I’m guessing death will be around me more often, I thought I was already done hearing those screams... 

Constantine’s Report

Upon re-evaluating my recent investigation on the anomalies happening around the Industry, the unknown entity that we’ve been expecting to show up in District Zero has been making it obvious that he plans to fall upon us soon. The victims of this entity are patients from Project Deadman and Project Sandman, the head scientist of Project Hello and The Warden’s soldiers. According to the haunted minds of the patients from Project Deadman and Project Sandman we are to expect ‘Him’ to be in contact with us through deadly means. It seems like ‘He’ can only contact us through the means of tampered minds that are enhanced to a point that it can commit natural telepathy with no help from a machine before their bodies break down. But there is still a catch... I noticed that someone or something has been imitating the actions of ‘Him’... a different entity perhaps. The being we are after drove people with enhanced state of neurological advancements into a state of insanity until they die of sudden organ failures. But this other being that haunted one of our scientists, killed her by letting her neck snap after she forcefully turned her head, and the recently deceased soldiers in The Warden’s team were shot and had their throats slit... they were voluntary deaths. They were driven to kill themselves and the message they were trying to deliver was more like an introduction. The unidentifiable body with the words ‘I Am’ and the suicide soldier from The Warden’s team telling us that ‘He’ is coming does not co-respond with the words from the two Lucid patients that claims they saw and encountered ‘Him’. In conclusion, my theory is that they’re maybe two dangerous entities that are haunting our projects and workers. One that drives our enhanced patients into insanity and ultimately leads them to instantaneous deaths, and the other seduces them into loyalty and is trying to mimic the actions of the other being. The answer as to why this is so, is still a mystery. I will be looking into this even deeper and we must still worry about the two missing soldiers in District Zero, I have suspicions that they may begin an uprising of a cult to go against our plans. My estimated level of danger is 6 out of 10, The Warden even suggests to shut Project Observer down in fear of these beings that can rot minds enter our dimension and leave us unprepared for what they can do. I shall wait for your response and further instructions. In the meantime, I will begin a deeper study to understand these anomalies.

Survivors of What They Saw

One of the main Projects that the Industry is working on called Project Observer has been on the run for its second phase. The first was to establish a portal to connect to a whole new dimension and see if they can gather resources in which they will use for another project. The success of Project Clockwork by the scientist named Cassandra Velasquez led to the achievement of the first phase of the Industry’s Project Observer. And now, moving forward to phase two of their project which is expedition and gathering for research.

Captain Claire Marianne Ward also known as The Warden is in charge of the expedition and has been gathering information and resources. She and her ever expanding team of well-trained soldiers has been at it for over two years now, she has experienced many casualties along the way, but what caught my attention was the case of her small team of Bravo and Delta Scouts. And yesterday I had a sit-down conversation with The Warden herself.

Volta Industry’s Private Interrogation Room.

Subject for Questioning: Claire Marianne Ward

Age: 29

Job Position: Head of Multi-Dimensional Expedition

Expertise: Field Combat Strategist Professional Weapons Engineer 4 Years of Experience in War 3 Years of Experience as a Field Commander

CLAIRE: “Nice to finally meet you Constantine. Word is, that whenever you show up something wrong is happening than the usual wrong.”

CONSTANTINE: “I’m here to know more about your team of scouts that has been recently deceased. I hope you don’t mind if I ask a few questions.”

CLAIRE: “Heh, many of my soldiers have died for the past two years and you’re only asking for that? This bloody industry is more heartless than District Zero.”

CONSTANTINE: “I am only here whenever the Industry needs me here.”

CLAIRE: “Fine, around two weeks ago, I sent out two scout parties to branch out from the Bravo and Delta team to patrol around the perimeter of the most southern part of District Zero... the deadliest part of that site. At first two people died from roamer beasts, nothing new there, until they got swarmed by an entire pack of them. The two teams were greatly outnumbered and had no choice but to run further away from our base. They got separated but comms were still up, both teams were in extremely dangerous territory for us to hurry our rescue team, so we had to carefully take our time. With our communication channels still up and connected to there’s it would’ve been an easy search and rescue mission, until... six hours later, we saw one of Delta’s crew but he began to do horrendous things. He killed himself...”

CONSTANTINE: “Tell me, how did he do it”

CLAIRE: “I’m sorry? Are you here for a bloody fucking bedtime story?! The fucking man killed himself after seeing something fucking ugly probably! He shot his own head with his gun! A fucking father of two children just suddenly did that!”

CONSTANTINE: “Did he said words that didn't make sense? Like the words Him or hello? Did he make a mess of his entire body before ending his life?”

CLAIRE: “He... he did. His body was badly mangled that he couldn’t walk with both legs and... he said something like ‘He is coming’. How did you know that? I haven’t sent any report to the higher ups yet.”

CONSTANTINE: “And I also heard that Bravo team had a similar problem, is that true?”

CLAIRE: “Yes, we got to Bravo team’s site first but... when we got there, the whole team was dead, and two people were missing. When we got to Delta’s we saw so much blood on the site with no bodies but one...”

CONSTANTINE: “Was this one person dead or alive?”

CLAIRE: “Alive, for a short while... We found him and, he was just a torso tied to a boulder with his guts dangly down like a fucking pig in a slaughter house. He told us that the entire crew has gone mad telling him that we should all see ‘Him’... and right after he passed out and died that’s where we saw one of our privates... the guy who shot himself. He wobbled his way to us looking like his been hit by multiple cars and told us that ‘He is coming’. Just before he shoved his shotgun barrel down his throat until he started puking blood before eventually pulling the trigger.”

CONSTANTINE: “Thank you for the information. You see, similar things have been happening to patients around the Industry lately and it has recently happened to one of our scientists. Your works and sacrifices are not in vain, goodbye”

CLAIRE: “Hold up a minute you little shite! You’re telling that this has been happening to our dimension?”

CONSTANTINE: “It is contained within our circle of control as far as I know.”

CLAIRE: “Look, whatever this THING is, it’s making its way out... and I'm sure we’ve both seen what it does.”

CONSTANTINE: “You’re point?”

CLAIRE: “Isn’t it obvious you dumb fuck? We need to shut this project down. It’s killed way too many people already!”

CONSTANTINE:  ...

CLAIRE: “Well?”

CONSTANTINE: “The Industry has reached many heights and it is because of its many sacrifices. We’ve gone too far to stop now.”

CLAIRE: “Holy fuck, so that’s what we are to you crazy shit heads, numbers and statistics. Tell me something, what’s left of your conscience Constantine?”

CONSTANTINE: “My conscience, is clean.”

CLAIRE: “Yeah, well fuck you!”

After this heartfelt conversation, I discovered that this being who is known as Him maybe trying to collect his Harbingers. The two missing soldiers from the Bravo team are still yet to be found and more people have been killed. According to the images given to me from their comms, the dead soldiers were tied up and positioned quite neatly like they were prepared for a sacrifice, autopsy also suggests that there are no signs of struggles or resistance. As of now the two missing soldiers from Bravo team are the only survivors of what they saw, and for a worst-case scenario, I may need to prepare for an up rise of an upcoming cult.

The Unidentifiable

Followed by the success of Project Lucid and Project Clockwork more new projects kept on popping up, from new types of machinery to inhumane transformation, and my case today is just all about that. An experiment called Project Hello aims to deliver the message “Hello” to another person through telepathy. As harmless as it sounds, this project alone already took 8 lives with their heads exploding from literal information overload. But eventually the project was deemed successful and was tested the for the last time on the main scientists themselves, the machine worked perfectly from sending the word hello to engaging full on conversations. Until one of the scientists tested the machine again to see if they can increase the distance it can reach, but they went overboard. The machine malfunctioned while the professor was still there, she was lucky enough to survive but ever since then, she’s been showing odd signs of change in her character. Upon observation, for two weeks she’s been coming to work less frequently and has become slow in making progress. Another week has passed she stopped coming to work. This kind of attitude was not acceptable by the Industry, so they sent out a courier to deliver a message to her about her actions, but the courier never returned.  

I was then sent out to investigate the whereabouts of both the scientist and the courier, but upon reaching the professor’s home I noticed that the door was left open. As I approach the living room, I was accustomed by the unnerving sound of flesh being thrown around like a toy coming from the bedroom on the second floor. I came in, and there I saw a disgustingly deformed body hanging on the wall with its arms raised and nailed down like a crucified convict. And sitting on the floor in front of it was the professor with pale skin and her head facing downwards with a disturbing grin on her face, blood on her hands and wearing the exact same lab suit she was last seen on. She looked up to me and said the word “hello”. Her head then tilted sidewards and the next thing I heard was her neck breaking, her body then flopped on the blood drenched floor squirming and breathing her last breath. I then looked up and noticed there were writings on the ceiling forming the word “I am” written in blood, just above the mutilated body of what I can only assume was the courier.

The Industry’s forensic team came shortly after I made the call... and I can’t say I’m not traumatized but... I had to keep things professional. After some examinations the forensic team told me that they were unsure if the body was in fact the courier and that the body was so badly deformed its unidentifiable. The body’s skin was entirely removed, all of its teeth were missing, every inch of its bones had cracks and the blood on the floor, the ceiling and the ones covering the body belonged to the professor and that the body was dry of blood.

The body was unidentifiable... The ceiling says “I am”. The body was nailed to the wall like he was crucified... Considering the events of Project Deadman and Sandman, I’ve been asking myself who is “Him”.

The crucified-like corpse led to look into the bible because I remembered a specific verse, Exodus 3:14, Moses was asking God who He was and He replied... I am Who I am, while in a form of a burning bush that did not harm Moses. The unidentifiable body could symbolize the burning bush because that bush was something new to Moses, something he never saw before... and that is how God introduced himself to Moses. Yet something was off... this is not the direction the industry was expecting, nor is this in anyway something God would do to introduce himself to me. I might just be missing something...

Could this be something else introducing itself to me?...