Monday, March 1, 2021

365 Day's Writing in the Void: prompt 2 (CTS) part 3

 An indeterminable time later, Saz nudged Garlyn awake. The room they were in was unlike anything that he'd seen before. He had no words to describe the substance it was made from, just that it was clean and hard, yet soft, and slightly cool to the touch. 

    Emlyn was the only one that was lying down on some kind of bench-like table high off the ground, and a whorl of weird devices spun around her, lights so bright they hurt his eyes could be seen.

    When he saw her, he stood up and kicked the others awake before making his way to her side; a creature that seemed to be made from particles of light floated by her side. He felt safe to assume that it was whatever had captured them.

    Saz looked around. He also noted that there seemed to be some kind of unmoving humanoid shapes encased in pod-like capsules. They were recessed into the walls and floating in some kind of fluid.

    Emlyn was glowing; he discovered that the light wasn't coming from an outside source but from within her.

    He moved closer, standing beside the being, but careful not to directly interfere in whatever it was doing. He could tell that Emlyn was in pain, and she might be in danger given that the rest of them had been resting to the side, and the being seemed a little chaotic while it worked over her.

    The others weren't quite so tactful; he grabbed Adan's arm; the oaf almost made the second mistake of the day. He nodded to Loring to help him hold him back. 

    Dolyn dashed up, trying to reach Emlyn despite Saz's warning, and a force gripped him and pinned him down. 
    "Saz, what's going on?" Garlyn asked, swiveling between his brother and his sister before just standing still.

    "I'm pretty sure that there's something wrong with Emlyn; if you didn't notice, the rest of us are unharmed, and we can move freely, despite being spiked earlier, which means that for the most part, whatever this is, it doesn't intend us any harm, at least not for the moment. 
    I think that whatever is happening at the moment might have something to do with Emlyn's condition. I suggest that we calm down, or as you can see, we will be restrained like Dolyn, and that won't do any of us any good." Saz said as he jerked a little on Adan's arm, "Did you hear me, Adan?"

    "Yeah, I heard you," Adan growled and shook off their restraining hands. Before going off to stand a little further away, but from where he could still watch Emlyn and be a little apart from his friends. He felt betrayed that they wouldn't just help her, and while he acknowledged the fact that Saz was just being logical, he didn't like it very much.

    "If you are all done, I would very much appreciate it if you could be still. The girl on the operating table's life very much depends on it. Also," he glanced at Saz, "he's correct. I don't intend to harm any of you at the moment."

    They all froze and turned to the creature that had been floating near Emlyn, then they all burst into a flurry of activity even though he'd just bade them to be quiet before Saz once again broke in with the voice of reason,

    "He just said if we don't stop, Em will die, you idiots!" The room silenced again, and he grabbed Garlyns arm and dragged him off to the corner away from the rest. "Gar, what do you think about this mess we seem to have found ourselves in?"

    Garlyn looked at his friends and relatives in various states of distress and shook his head; you're the smart one, what do you think. I know you said you don't think it plans to hurt us, but what exactly does it want with Emlyn? It went after her first, and it's still going after her."

    "That... I'm not sure either. I know for sure it is definitely trying to save her life."

    "What makes you so sure?"

    "That," Saz nodded his head slightly towards the entity, and Garlyn couldn't see anything different about the situation.

    He sighed, "sometimes, Garlyn, I wish you would focus on the whole picture. Emlyn is devouring something from that creature, and she is growing brighter, and he is growing dimmer. However, it looks like the situation isn't stable, and the creature is fighting to stabilize it. I'm not sure if it is trying to detach or what, but there is some kind of conflict between the two of them. I think that it's safe to say if it isn't resolved safely, Emlyn will die as it says."

There was a sharp whistling sound through the room, and the creature stumbled back, clasping its chest breathing heavily; it swept its gaze across the room. "We will speak shortly," then it vanished. 

    The bed on which Emlyn lay glowed brighter, enveloping itself in a bright light; they covered their eyes; when it cleared, a cocoon of leaves and bracken appeared in her place.

365 Day's Writing in the Void: prompt 2 (CTS) part 2

    Garlyn looked down at the thick black tar bubbling and writhing beneath their feet. "Oil!" He looked at the other boys, a spark of joy in his eyes.

    Saz looked down, a slight frown on his face, not quite as jubilant like the other boys,
    "Garlyn, I'm not sure this is oil."

    "What do you mean it ain't oil? Of course, it is. If it ain't oil, then what is it?" Dolyn piped in, supporting his brother.

    "I'm just saying that I've read about oil, and from what I read, this seems to clean. Is all," Saz looked down at the substance, a bad feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.

    He knew there would have been dirt, grass, debris, and the substance itself would have been a brownish slime with a rainbow sheen seeping into the ground around the hole. It would have had a smell that could turn your stomach if you weren't used to it. Still, none of them had ever seen oil; they'd only heard about it. He could be wrong. He hoped he was wrong.

    Loring bumped his arm and shook his head; Saz sighed and looked at the others. He could tell that he'd have to put his theories on the back burner until they'd worked out whatever they'd wanted to say.

    Galyn looked around at his friends, his gaze focusing on Loring, "right then, what should we do with the money?"

    "I think we should help Loring first," Adan said; his quite even manner of speech belied the seriousness of what he'd said.

    "What? Why me?" Loring stammered his voice, unused to speech.

    The other boys nodded their heads; a few quiet "yes's" could be heard. Their faces somber, the jubilation of a moment ago gone.


    Emlyn looked down at the glossy black substance-free of impurities, and she had the overwhelming urge to touch it. She bit her knuckles and held back the desire; looking around at her brothers and their friends, she wouldn't want to get anyone into trouble.

    The urge to touch the glossy substance grew more intense, almost as if something were calling her to touch it, asking her, begging her. She shook her head.

    That can't be right. Emlyn thought, was she imagining things? It was like she could hear a voice. Emlyn wanted to look away. She felt the thick handle of her basket between her fingers, felt the dense fibers bite into her hand as she squeezed. She tried to turn her head to look at her brothers again, but this time it was as if something was stopping her.

    She couldn't move her head, couldn't move her body; her heart sped up. She wanted to call out but couldn't open her mouth; she could hear the boys and their chatter, but it was as if it was far away from her even though she knew they were only a few feet from her.

    Her hand reached out beyond her control and touched the thick oily substance, then she felt a sharp prick. It was as if time started again. She squeaked from the pain and dropped her basket before she realized that she couldn't pull her hand back; that part of the substance had anchored itself around her wrist like it was feeding off her. She felt a strange pull from deep within her body as if something long-dormant had found its first meal.

    Her already weak body was soon teetering from the strain, of drawing and draining, and trying to keep from being pulled even further towards the creature, for she realized now that this is what it was; it wasn't oil at all, but a monster of some kind.


    Adan was the first to realize that something was off with Emlyn. He'd heard her squeak. His eyes hardly left her for more than a minute, and in that minute, something had happened; Adan, unlike his usual quiet and stable self, sprinted towards her and grabbed hold of the thing on her wrist, ignoring Saz, who shouted out not to touch it. He had to get the damn thing off of her; he didn't care about the consequences.

    The rest of the boys followed suit behind him. He then felt a prick in the palm of his hand and a consciousness invade him that was foreign from his own. Nothing in his almost 16 years of life could have prepared him for this moment.

    Having captured two of them, the black mass writhed and seemed to lift from the ground. Loring stood a distance from the others, his body half turned away for half a second before he also joined in and tried to pull them free he knew that they would do it for him. They were his only real family, this mess of tumbling boys and knocked-kneed girl.

    The ones further back didn't have a chance to escape; the mass gave up all pretense of being an inanimate object, and spikes shot out, impaling each of the boys who hadn't willingly touched it. 

    It held them up in the air until all six teens formed a circle around it, then it slowly enveloped them until they were completely engulfed in the substance; it hardened into a glossy shell, now a silver sheen turned to black the world around trembled, and the kids vanished.

    The only evidence that they'd been there an over-turned basket of herbs scattered across the ground and the scuffle of booted feet.