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He walked along the beach jumping up in the winding
smooth rocks, when he tripped on a large shell or some such falling forward
into the lapping water.
Martha only seeing from the back of him a fair distance away called out and
started to run towards Edmund. He
flashed his hand back behind him signaling her to stop and she did just that.
He touched the slimy flesh that was now covering his face and started to panic.
He ran blindly towards the sea trying to
scream out stay back through the veil of mucus now covering his face. He
tripped again into another pool. He tried to rip the creature off his face. But
the more he tried the more his face started to sting. He suddenly realized he
could no longer breathe, and what felt as a tube started running down his
throat. He gaged trying for air, suddenly the most excruciating pain he had
ever felt. Worse than when he had been captured and dragged to the HIG camp in
Nunavut during the war of 2104. He had been tortured using higland head
monitors, little pad that were inserted in to the head and then slowly pushed
in.
It felt as if though someone had plunged their arm in to his stomach and had
grabbed on to the first they felt and squeezed.
He started to feel faint. He felt himself fall back in the water and the
creature let go and vanished over a rock.
What seemed like hours passed before four arms grabbed him out of the water,
and pulled him to the air:
"No". He sputtered. Choking as water and blood gushed from his mouth
staining the sea and his blue shirt.
He ripped himself from the two GOEA men and started running farther in the
ocean only to be pushed over by the tide.
They pulled him out once again. This time he could hear them speaking.
"Sir is you alright? Your Maiden says it looked like you pretty well hit
your head back there?" A tall man with red eyes asked. He was almost handsome if not for the RED
fever marks cast along his cheeks. It was then that he saw his own face in the
reflection of the other mans glasses. He had purple welts covering his face. He
knew then what it was what he thought. He had seen the beginning of it once
before and they had merely kept them at bay since. But somehow they had found a
way through ALEC defensive.
The planet was once again in danger from the Arkmaga. An it had laid its first
attack in his stomach. He grabbed the RED fever man’s hand and wished silently
that the code had not changed in. "Take me to Sigoral. The demons inside
me."
The younger man just looked confused, but the senior officer gave him a grave
look and turned on his PAT. A digital looking person appeared before them. It
was a rather short person maybe 4'5".
When he turned around he recognized the man immediately. "I dare
say this must be something important for you to contact me during an ALEC
meeting." Captain George Stanley Carter said with a slight grin. Before
looking towards me. He looked at me confused for a moment before exclaiming.
"Clem! What on earth has happened?"
"Tell them to shoot." I said trying to stay in focus my vision had
blurred and I grabbed my stomach as a spam racked my body.
"Sargent Clement what has gotten into you?" I heard him say as I fell
to me knees in the sand. I could feel the tide licking at my legs as if it
wanted to pull me back with it.
"All he said was... The demon" As the world around me shattered into darkness.
I drifted in and out of reality, only catching bits of the conversation.
"Bring him to.... ALEC will be infor-"
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