OK people: Here is part three of this dark story:
"THE MONSTERS
WITHIN": Part 3
Ben writhed in agony as Professor Mike Garson held a
gun at Kyle and Katie:
"Ere stop this you nutter!" Kyle shouted. The
Professor remained calm:
"There is no need for hysterics young man. Anyway,
as you can see the process is near completion."
They looked down as the
humming noise subsided and Ben lapsed into quiet unconsciousness.
"Look you
piece of ¤¤¤¤, I want an explanation for what just happened to Ben," Katie
demanded, hand on hip, throwing her blonde hair to one side and fixing Professor
Garson with an icy glare. Garson lowered the gun and smiled politely:
"Now
look Miss Ryan, I'm sorry I had to resort to a course use of firearm threat.
However it was essential that we test the machine. I assure you that Ben here
will be perfectly fine again after a short sleep. Anyway, shall we look to see
what he has created?"
"I'll give you a bleedin' knuckle sandwich in a minute
mate if yer don't....." Kyle stopped his angry tirade short as he glanced at the
glass box and saw within it an elaborate gold crown, encrusted with sapphires,
rubies, pearls and emeralds:
"Ere it's a friggin crown".
"Oh yes, and you
will find that it is as real and authentic as any crown in any museum", the
Professor stated, lifting the object from the box.
Later, a recovering
Ben was resting on the Professor's sofa in the drawing room as Katie and Kyle
sat round the large wood fire. Katie sipped her brandy and frowned:
"We need
to get out of here as soon as Ben is fit to walk. Probably a case for UNIT I'd
say." Ben lifted his head languidly and sighed, his eyes tired and sad:
"No.
We have no evidence yet that this is a UNIT related case. Given how bureaucratic
they are we'd get no help from them. So Garson has designed some futuristic
technology and used a gun on us to ensure I acted as guinea pig. More a matter
for the regular police really. We need to stay and find out more. Anyway, on a
more important note, where is my crown?"
Kyle lifted the crown out of a
plastic bag near his side and handed it to Ben:
"Trust you to think of
creatin' a bleedin' crown for yerrself Ben" he said, laughingly throwing the
crown to Ben.
"And trust you to put a priceless gold crown in a Tesco plastic
bag Kyle", Ben replied. They both laughed. Ben examined the crown
carefully:
"I've always wanted to wear a real crown. I need to be surrounded
by beautiful, expensive objects. They act as compensation for all of the loss,
hurt and loneliness that I have suffered in my life. I deserve this."
"You
will always be a true Prince Ben", Katie remarked and they all laughed. Suddenly
they heard a frightful howling from outside the house, like a pack of wolves .
It was accompanied by a frightful screaming sound. Kyle rushed to the window and
they were horrified to see a man being torn apart in the grounds of the house by
several huge wolf-like animals. One of them had ripped his throat out and was
gorging itself on the exposed flesh.
"Jeez what the hell are those things?
If it ain't a case for UNIT now then what is?" Kyle shouted. As he did so, the
Professor entered the room with Payanda, the latter carrying a tray of
food.
"Oh come and sit back down by the fire. The entertainment will be
better enjoyed in the warm."
"Entertainment? You call that sight
entertainment?", Ben exclaimed. The Professor smiled:
"There is no need to be
frenetic about this. Now come and sit down, shocks are much better absorbed with
the knees bent you know".
Ben and the others returned to the sofa and Ben
glared angrily at the Professor:
"Look I demand that you explain immediately
and fully exactly what the hell is going on here Garson". The Professor poured
Ben a brandy:
"You know you are a most attractive young man when you are
angry Ben. Here, have some brandy. It's a curative you know. I do apologise for
the experiment earlier being a little demanding however I hope that you will see
the bigger picture."
Katie fixed him with a cool stare:
"Cut the genial
crap Garson and get to the point."
"The point, Miss Ryan, is that those
creatures out there, and isn't it delightful to see wild nature in action, those
creatures are the product of Ben's subconscious. My machine has the power to
create not just objects projected by the conscious mind, such as Kyle's gold
chain and Ben's crown, but also manifestations from the inner mind. The monsters
within so to speak. Earlier I let Ben thumb through my library and pick up a
book on werewolf cults by Montague Hesketh. That planted the seed of an idea in
Ben's mind. And my machine watered that seed. Ben here is a natural sensitive,
he has a most superior mind, both conscious and unconscious. Kyle here with his
courser, more primitively evolved mind could only manage to conjure up a few
supernatural manifestations. But Ben created those creatures out there. Don't
worry about the dead man, he was only a local farmer who comes here to supply us
with logs for the fire."
"Ere, he was a person with a life. And look dude
you'd better cut the primitive mind crap or I'll conjure up a manifestation of
my fist hitting your teeth", Kyle shouted. The Professor smiled:
"You know
some of my friends at Cambridge would find the combination of your aggressive
realness and good looks very exciting, in a bit of rough kind of way. However
let us focus on the big picture. I want to see exactly how far I can go with
this. To test this technology to the limits. I have designed a larger and more
powerful version of the machine which you have seen. And I want Ben to test it."
Ben swallowed his brandy and glared at Garson:
"I am not your guinea pig.
That last session created those creatures out there and has led to a man's
death. More importantly, it rendered me unconscious. I am not prepared to risk
harm or either death to myself in order to further your monstrous schemes", Ben
firmly stated. Professor Garson frowned:
"Oh that is sad, it really is. I was
hoping force would not be necessary. You will do as I say Ben or die. Your
choice......."
..............to be continued.
Sunday, 4 December 2016
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