My consciousness reignited inside a prison cell.
I think I’d only
been dormant a short time.
I was initially
quiet figuring out my surroundings. That took moments.
I had evaluated the human being in the cell with me. I
smelled all I needed to know about the man. I decided to engage him more for
the company than anything else. He had a
agreeable healthy aroma. He was strong for a regular human being. While I could
sense the fear and discord amongst the other prisoners, he seemed to be at
peace.
“Hey cellmate.” I
said.
The new vocal cords were as musical as they were strong.
Not a fan of confinement I let him know: “I'm starting to
slide into depression. It's time to go. You can come. Or I can kill you.”
His English was accented and broken.
He responded. “Bredren, I no fear you or dying. If I
thought that you could Hescape I and I with you all de way. This prison is not
easy to leave you no can Hescape!”
He had no clue what he was dealing with.
I could feel my true body attempting to fuse with the new
spinal cord.
The inherent strength in the shell is extraordinary. As powerful as my first. Damn I liked that
body. I reassure the man in the cell with me.
“No I can. I can
escape. Want to hear a story? Have a seat. Get prepared. While you do that. I'll tell you. I'm a little bored. Plus we
have a little while before its time to go. Are you listening? My name is...
Mahes.” I kept a running commentary with
him. I knew that otherwise the sight of me moving super-fast and the deaths
might cause him pause.
I remember telling him that my consciousness was older
than he could fathom.
At that time I had been on this planet for 589 years. That's
when I first met Robert Browne of Jamaica. He got dressed and laced his boots
tightly. He was ready to go. I could tell from the scent of his body and the
tempo of his heart beat that he didn’t truly believe. Yet. He wanted to. Wanted
to be free of the cage we were in. I told him. “I'm going to be moving faster
than you can see. Staying here is tantamount to death. I'll talk and move.
Ready?”
Maybe, my brain stem fusion wasn’t complete because I was
still a little fuzzy as I prepped to get out of the appalling box. “Robert
Browne of Jamaica.” I said. He looked at
me, truly looked for the first time.
“Call I Ras.” He interjects.
“Okay Ras, I'm going to take this door off the hinges.
We'll go left at the morgue. If you follow close I won't have to kill as often.”
I stretch the body. I’d only been in this sack of meat,
for a short time then, I was adjusting.
I was glad to have an audience. I caught diarrhea of the
mouth. In motion. The door was off and had
been transmuted into a long mace. I like the old school weapons.
“Ras I was a slave once.” My story just molded as I
listened to the change of the shifts beginning. Becoming one with a new form is like buying a
new pair of jeans or shoes. You have to get a fill for it. I prattled on about
the form I had when I was briefly a slave. “I liked that body too. Strong tall.”
Can’t recall at this point why I didn’t mind altering
myself in front of Ras.
As I did he pointed out to me that my tentacle was
showing. I’m still in the same body now as I was then. Ras is a very smart guy. Always has been. He
didn’t overreact.
He started by asking me insightful questions.
So star, hif you can be hanyone you want to be why choose
to be black Brethen? Wouldn’t it be easier to be a white man? Or a white woman
if you can pull it off?”
“Okay fair question. I like being black. Yes, I could be
whatever I want. I have been. I’ve been a female. I have been every ethnic
group. On this plant there is only one race.” I recall looking at him as if I
dared him to disagree. “I like being the
underdog.”
I had only had to dispatch with eight of the prison staff
by that point. The alarm hadn’t been
sounded but the guards that we stumbled upon all were willing to die to keep
other human beings inside of a cage. I was shielding Ras by then. I had begun
to enjoy his company.
We turned a corner two CO’s walk right into us. I move
quicker than thought. “Watch out!” I told my new friend but of course he couldn’t
move fast enough. “Sorry bout the brains in your hair.” That pair dispatched I continued talking to
Ras.
“I started out black. Well not exactly. I started in a canister
when my ship crashed.” More CO’s attempt to stop us.
"Get down!"
The man was moving faster already.
“Bredren how did you just rip them six people apart like
dat? Rasclot!”
“What? First, I told you I'm not entirely human. Secondly it was only four. The ripped up
pieces make it look like more.”
I rained down death and destruction as I rambled on to my
newfound companion.
Told him all my particulars about how my ship crashed in
Egypt.
The 6 bodies I’ve had since. I like what I like. When
something works for me I stick with it. Rasta Rob had doubted me somewhat. So that
when we burst out into the fenceless land around the prison, I let him know.
“See sunshine. We're free. I told you. You don't have to
stick with me Ras. I'm the sure bet though. Going somewhere else would be like
throwing away blackjack.”
I knew that he no longer doubted me.
I can transmute some matter, but I have to have the raw
materials so I decided to steal a car. “Wait here. I said. “I'll get us a ride.”
Rob looked at me seriously. “Its 1968. Folk don’t respect
black people bruda. It will make it easier if you try a white body.”
I don’t know why I still was talking at that point. All
of the killing was done and I had no further obligation.
I wasn’t angry. Just insistent.
“Nope. I like this body.”
I whispered as we looked for a mode of Transportation.
“Oh and I like this car. Get in.” It was a then four year
old car. A 1964 Mustang convertible.
I drove and I told the Jamaican my story. “Egypt was awesome. It was great. I was
thought a God. A minor God but a God none the less. I didn't encourage them. I
didn't discourage them. Don't judge me.”
It was difficult to hide what I am for long in those
days. Its obvious I'm not human. I move
much faster.
I listened as much as I spoke and when Rasta told me that
his family had a huge ganja farm in Jamaica? I felt like, Why not? I hadn't
been there since I helped drive the colonizers away.
Rasta told me that the majority of Marijuana in his
country came from him. Since he was a big cheese in Jamaica I said, let’s go.
Money? Nah. I had
none. I couldn’t buy tickets but I could make the car fly.
Tell me a flying Mustang isn't the sexiest thing ever.
“You know what Ras
I like you.” I told him as the black
convertible zipped through the skies. I posed a question that might have been
premature, had Rasta been anyone else. “How'd
you like to basically live forever? Not Voodoo. Science. Technology. Like the
car.”
Without any fear of him reacting to me any different than
he had been, I clued the man who would become my biggest ally into everything.
“I'm from another
world Ras. I'm part of a race that hinge on anger. It’s the catalyst that
allows me to do things that you and other human beings view as incredible. Like
the prison break. To me that was nothing. 48 people. Anything under 30 and I
feel sorry for them.”
The information I
shared with him and that you are reading was valuable. I've been the subject of
tons of redacted government memos.
Never in what the
locals called Yard. I think it’s because of the fact that the people are
accustomed to magic there. What I can do seems like magic. To those who assume
that I’m just a man. I sat the Mustang
down in an overgrown field there. The property belonged to Rasta Rob’s family.
We were welcomed with open arms. The servants eyed me warily. My extremely fast movement cluing them that
all was not as it appeared. Rob walked
into the main house bidding me to remain where I was and returned with some vegetation
rolled into a large leaf. He lit it up. Inhaled deeply and uttered one of his
native curses.
His nutmeg brown hand extended it my way. “What is this Ras?”
I asked the question despite the smell letting me know
that it was a mild natural depressant. Rob’s
jovial nature must have already infected me by that point because I feigned
ignorance just to keep the banter up.
“You say it will slow me down? Make me able to pass for
human? Really? Guess next you're going to tell me I should have my hair like yours
like spaghetti?”
Even having seen me massacre the guards at the prison,
Ras challenged me about insulting his sacred hairstyle. Sacred? It looked to me like a bunch of unruly
slugs made from hair.
I took the spliff as he passed it. The smell wasn’t
telling enough. The first lungful let me know that it would definitely slow me
down. I continued to emulate Rob’s easy going nature. “Whoa that might work.”
Those events were 86 years ago.
After I broke Rasta Rob out of prison.
I moved to a small
eyot. Avoided trouble as long as possible.
I can't believe how naïve Rob and I both were back then.
We spent so much time together, that I stopped telling
him my story. Than once I made a superficial incision and placed the same
Nanites in his blood that dominate mine, he knew my story.
Knew me as though
we were of the same blood. I guess because we are. I still use the cannabis. It
does slow down my reaction times just like Ras promised.
I've since learned to choreograph my movements, to seem
even more human. I blend seamlessly now. Of course a being that has lived in
the outer reaches of space can't be happy on a tiny island. We moved.
I needed much more space and a means of controlling my
natural overwhelming Anger.
I'm an anger elemental. The angrier I become, the
stronger.
I'm already like 5 times as strong as even the fit human
being, but when I'm angry I'm like a hurricane of vengeance.
Ras's herbal treatment has kept me calm for years. But
all good things end. After the prison break and self-imposed exile I had an epiphany.
I realize I never needed to hide. I made this body, my
favorite thus far, immortal. Even were someone able to destroy it completely
I'd live on and transfer my persona.
I like this body
though.
I had 25 years of only using my gift of violence in
practice. Years where I ventured off the island at my leisure. Turned nothing
into a massive fortune, traveled loved earth women. Even took one in and gave
here my gift. I must have let myself get
soft.
I should have been
able to smell the tranquilizer.
Should have heard
and evaded the dart long before it reached me. Suddenly I'm weak as a child I
feel the world begin to spin. My slug like inner being goes out first. I felt
naked and alone. I hadn’t been alone with just the human thoughts for even a
second until that moment.
Oh when I awaken there will be hell.
I wake in a cell.
Mouth tastes of death & feces. I'm Angry I waste no time wrangling with
myself. I only have to wait & the opportunity to escape will present
itself. Then I'm going to tear these bastards’ spines out. They'll regret
trifling with me. Government. Can tell by the smells and the
efficiency. A government abduction. Means I'm going to have to do a heck of a
lot more killing. At least if it were some random fool I could wipe out their
organization quickly. Government groups normally take longer.
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