a wolf snuck into a group of friendly rabbits. as the others fell asleep, the wolf appeared in natural form. day by day, one by one, the wolf killed and ate the rabbits. the rabbits, not knowing which the wolf was, arranged a meeting. then— the tribunal decided on the one amongst them that they believed to be the wolf and killed it. if they chose correctly, the rabbits win. if they were wrong... all of the rabbits would be killed and eaten by the wolf. this is the story of such a game.
So ya, this has been in the works for nearly 2 months, I am dead tired, I don't know how i was able to align 2 words to finish this bloody chapter, I haven't proof read it yet (as if I've ever done that before xD), But enjoy the last chapter!
Chapter 12: Highway into hell or gateway to heaven
December 26th 2012, 8:20 AM
"I must ask you to forgive the cockpit, it is quite spartiate, but you will find what you need I believe."
As Unlucky heard this, his only thought was that the man was making fun of them. The cockpit had been remodeled entirely. It was separated in two parts, the cockpit in itself which was the furthest back and where they could see Maou, and the first area, that would have put to shame the suite of a 5 star hotel in the center of Paris.
An enormous bed, mini bar, a giant flat screen TV, which turned out to be a dozen smaller screens linked together, and what seemed to be the latest gaming consoles. A sofa and a few chairs were also present, and the young psychologist could swear saw a Monet hanging on one of the walls.
"What will you be drinking? We have lets see... Rhum, Get 27, Vodka, Whisky, Whiskey, yes there is a difference between the two of them, some juice, Coke, Diet Coke, Coke Zero, Pepsi, if you are into that sort of think, annnnnnnnnnnnnd... Beer"
Unlucky couldn't believe how casual the man was, he was sure that the next thing the man was going to say was, Make yourself at home.
"I think I'm going to have a beer, they are ice cold. Don't just stand there, Sit down! Make yourself at home! Don't tell me... Let's see... Mister Unlucky... I believe you will take a beer... Is a Chimay Bleu fine with you? Mister Lyly, is a glass of Captain Morgan fine?"
"F*ck you", simply answered the veteran.
"How rude", commented their captor. "I'm only trying to make you comfortable... No need to be mean about it. Sheesh... MAOU, NEED ANYTHING?"
"I'M FINE SIR, THANKS FOR ASKING", responded the captain.
"OKI DOK. As for the rest of you, you know where the bar is, you can help yourselves. And I must insist, please sit down, it makes me nervous to see everybody up." He sat down on a leather chair as he said so, after having given the two men their beverages.
Unlucky decided to abide the gentleman's orders. Who knew what he could do if you didn't follow them. Kura eased him on the sofa, and left Trinity to take care of him if the need arose. Lyly on the other hand, was almost thrown next to him, Elliecakes also pointing a gun at his head.
"Ahhh isn't this better already? So gentlemen, what would you like to ask me?"
Unlucky was the first one to answer.
"Who are you?", he cut straight to the chase, not wanting to go through curved paths. He wanted answers and he was going to get some.
"Oh, yes, where are my manners... Let's see... What shall you call me... Uhmmmmmm... That's quite hard... Let's go with Ghosty... It was my name on a forum a long time ago. Yap, let's go with that."
The veteran, still trying to kill the suited man with his stare, also didn't want to take his time, having not touched his glass, while both Ghosty and Unlucky had well consumed their beers.
"Why... Why... That’s quite the hard question... Let's see... If I had to answer honestly, I would say, it's because I can", answered Ghosty, with a smirk.
Unlucky couldn't believe him. There had to be more than this to it. Lyly, blinded by rage, took the bait.
"YOU D*CK!", shouted the veteran, while trying to rush the best he could towards the gentleman in front of him. It only resulted in Elliecakes shooting his other leg, making him go down. Hard.
"Wow... I invited him to try, but I didn't think he would actually try to. But I was only pulling your leg. During this flight, I was conducting a small experiment for a thesis I am currently working on, and I must say that it has been quite interesting I must say."
"What kind of experiment?", inadvertently asked Unlucky, his curiosity showing.
"I knew you would be interested Mister Unlucky. Can I simply call you Unlucky? It's easier that way."
"Be my guest."
"Sweet! Thank you. So I was saying. Yes, I was conducting a social experiment. I was studying peoples' reaction in a crisis. It has not been the first time that I've done so I must say. I have tried before simply placing somebody in a certain situation, but the results were not conclusive enough. People try to act as heroes in a make believe situation, while they are actually cowards in a real one. So placing somebody in a life or death situation really works the best." He took a sip of his beer.
"Fascinating... But I do believe that you know that this "experiment" of yours is highly unethical from a psychological stand point."
"Yes, yes I know... I know..." Remorse could be heard in the mans' voice. "I would have loved having studied psychology or practiced it during the 70s or 80s... Rules were less strict back then...
Unlucky was getting at the same time really nervous, and was fascinated by the man. The more he talked to him, the more he believed that he knew him.
"You must be talking about Milgram and his study on the lack of responsibility, on the Lucifer effect."
"Bingo. You do know your trade, and at a quite young age at that.”
“Those experiments are the basics and best examples of what you cannot do, or you shouldn’t be doing in this day and age. It’s simply not ethical!”
“AND THERE LIES THE PROBLEM!”, shouted Ghosty, with rage which took Unlucky by surprise. His fist slammed hard on the table and spilled some of Lylys’ still untouched whisky. Unlucky seemed the only one to be a bit dazed by the mans’ reaction, as if it was a normal one. Kura simply cleaning with a clean towel the whisky before it could stain the table. “You cannot do anything anymore, with a lot of people saying that it’s not ethical, it’s not good. I came in this field because I wanted to find the limits of the human psyche and enter its depths. If you must know, my thesis is based upon the theory, that there is a reincarnation cycle. Nothing is gained, nothing is lost, and everything is transformed. Memories of your previous lives are always stored somewhere in your head, ever since the dawn of time. But, you cannot access those memories. They are locked inside your subconscious, and the barriers built by the preconscious are impermeable to them.”
“That is… Quite the theory, sir.”
“It’s my lifes’ work. And you can drop the sir. We aren’t that far in age. I’ve been working on it since I was 16. Imagine this, what if your current mind, could access those ancient memories, the reflexes you had back then! Imagine having the memories of where the Philosophical Stone is hidden, your conversations with Hitler, or Da Vinci! Knowing you murdered Duke Ferdinand!! Imagine! History completed, the dark parts of history finally in the light!”
“But it comes with a price does it not.” Unluckys’ tone was harsh, a sudden realization seeping in his mind.
“Give the man a medal”, Unlucky was getting tired of everybody treating him as an idiot. “Unfortunately, it comes to a certain price, yes. But a necessary one. You see, in a very stressful situation, like one where you might die. Not saying you would, though but stay with me. Usually, people having a NDE, either say that they see a white light, or that they could see their life flash before their eyes. A flash of light could symbolize the reincarnation process restarting, but the life flashing thing, your subconscious trying to find something useful in its memories to help save the host. Sometimes, it digs a bit deeper than that, into its previous lives memories. Now, the question you have to ask yourself is, “before Kura almost killed me, what did I see?” What did you see, Unlucky?”
Unlucky couldn’t say anything. He was taken aback by the theory of the man in front of him, and now Kuras’ actions in the bay were understandable, especially what she said, the “you pass”, why she took so long to kill him. She had felt his potential to unlock his previous memories and reflexes, and had pushed him to the brink of death and of his consciousness to do so. Because it was clear that they were not playing in the same league, she was a pro and him a simple amateur. She could have dispatched him easily if she had wanted too, and that scared him more than what had been revealed to him.
Taking a sip of what was left of his beer to hydrate his now dry throat, he shakingly asked:
“So… I…I take it that this is not the first time you have done this?”
“Could this be a crack in the armor you are so proud of Unlucky? You seem to be avoiding the subject of what you saw. It doesn’t matter, I’ll know soon enough. No, it isn’t. I’ve tried doing it in the past once before, but it had been a complete failure. None of the candidates were able to reach their subconscious, although I had high hopes on one of them, but he didn’t live through the ordeal. Some people actually survived that one. Weak planning from my part. But this time, we have a winner. What did you see?”
The man was starting to scare him, he had a curious glint in his eyes, and it didn’t seem friendly.
“What makes you think I saw something”, Unluckys’ voice was really taking a turn for the worse, his stress almost palpable, the current situation taking a heavy toll on his nerves.
“Don’t play games with me”, the man answered. “Kura told me you “almost” managed to knock her out. I don’t doubt that you are skilled and that you have some good reflexes, you kept proving that during the trip, but you almost knocking her out, yet alone touching her seems more than impressive, and I trust her judgement. If she tells me you saw something then, you saw something.”
“Unlucky, did you see something?”
The young psychologist had forgotten about Lyly, still sprawled on the floor. He had a suspicious look in his eyes.
“I… I don’t know. You said the previous memories are stored in the subconscious right? Although it would seem I glimpsed at something, it is also possible that I can’t remember anything?”
“It is true. It would seem that you are also a failure…” The man stood up, gulped is remaining beer.” I have no need for you whole then, or at least up. Your brain will suffice.”
That last sentence sent a shiver down his spine. He felt Trinity cocking her gun sitting next to him. Kura seemed to be hiding something.
“What about me? I did kill one of your men. Does it mean I also passed?”
“Ah yes you did manage that Lyly. Quite the feat I must say”, he said, kneeling in front of Lyly. “But Kuro was arrogant and underestimated you. Although you did win, it was due to the memories you had in this life and not in the previous one. Sorry, but you didn’t make the final draft.”
As soon as he said that, Trinity shot him in the head. Clean, painless, but it was not a warrior’s death. Some blood splattered on the face of Ghosty, but the man was unfazed, and simply cleaned it, as if it were some ketchup stain.
“Disappointing to the very end. But he did touch and important matter. You see Unlucky, my team is missing a member and I like having the same number of people. So what do you say, do you want to join me?”
Unlucky shock kept growing as time passed by with this man. A second ago, he was talking about dissecting him, now he wants him to join. Unlucky could process what was going on in that mans’ mind.
“You want me… to join… you?”
“Yes. Was I not clear?”, he turned towards Kura. “Was I not clear?” She simply shrugged.
“There must be a catch. It can’t possibly be that easy.”
“You really are clever. Welp… I must see it for myself. Your memory unlocking. That is why you are going to fight Kura again. If you win, or touch her, you are in. If not, OFF WITH YOUR HEAD. Sorry, always wanted to say that. Oh and we seem to have misplaced your rapier, so you will be using and axe this time”
Kura finally stepped forward, revealing the deadly weapon. Trinity forced him to stand up, a gun to the back of the head will do that to people. She still had her own basterd sword, but she also carried a two handed axe. As she passed him, she shoved the axe in his hands, and the weight surprised him. It was quite light, despite what the first glance might indicate. Unlucky saw Ghosty make some popcorn, clearly enjoying what is going to happen. Elliecakes and Trinity cleared the room of Lylys’ corpse, making way for the fight that was going to happen.
“Oh and if you are worried about the fact that your wounds are going to hinder you, don’t worry, they won’t. You have been given powerful painkillers. You might have an advantage by not feeling pain.”
Kura took the same stance she had used in their previous joust, sword held close the body and parallel to her face. Unlucky had never used an axe in his life, but still, for some reason, he took a stance as if it was natural for him. His axe was held in a two handed grip, parallel to the floor, feet wide apart.
“Well, here we go again”, Kura said as their eyes met. She had folly in her eyes again. “I must tell you that it is the first time, I’ve crossed swords with the same person thrice. And trust me, there won’t be a fourth”.
Unlucky knew that this time, she was going to go all out, starting from the first strike.
As the microwave Ghosty was using to make his popcorn dinged, indicating that they were done, Kura rushed Unlucky, who stood there motionless, she was faster than before, but somehow, it felt as if she moved in slow motion again in front of her. Her starting slash was a diagonal two handed one, ready to cleave Unlucky from left to right if it hit him. Although a few hours before, Unlucky would have been instantly killed, yet he was calm. He didn’t think, his body moved by itself, as if it was a perfectly normal situation. He simply weaved to the left, staying low, the sword missing him by a hairs’ width, all the while slashing himself with his axe in a straight line with all his might. Kura’s charge, combined with Unluckys’ own force made the axe bite very deep inside her. She buckled under the weight of the blow, mouth opening and spewing blood before the end to Unluckys’ swing threw her back.
The action had lasted less than 5 seconds. Unlucky had simply obliterated the woman who had given him so much trouble before. As he left his stance, he stood up, colored in blood, and turned his head towards Ghosty and the remaining crew members. Ghosty had stopped mid motion of him putting a popcorn in this mouth, while Elliecakes and Trinity were simply stunned.
“Wow, that… was… simply… AWESOME! Welcome to the team!”
“Come again?”, inquired the Ghosty.
“I said no. I can’t let you leave, your ideas, although revolutionary are simply too dangerous. You will not leave here.”
“Oh dear, look at the time, I have to go, I have an appointment with my doctor in ten minutes. It’s a shame I couldn’t stick any longer to talk to you.” He bolted through the door, vaulting over the couch in his way as if it was a natural thing to do.
“Oh no you don’t”, shouted Unlucky.
He tried following him, but he was tackled in the back by Maou who had left his cockpit. The pilot was a strongly built man, wide shoulders and wide shin. Unlucky was thrown off of his feet, dropping his axe. Although he was weaker in strength than Maou, he stayed on his feet, and dropped an elbow on the captains’ neck, killing him instantly. He retrieved the axe, and saw that the two cabin members were also gone.
He heard a whine of machinery, and recognized it as the bay doors opening. He rushed down the aisles, knowing by instinct where to turn, all of this scared him as he had little knowledge of the layout of planes or what sound they were supposed to make.
As he reached the bay doors, he could see the crew members jumping with parachutes. He saw that Xetka had Len attached to her as she jumped. Ghosty was the last one to jump, but before going, he saw Unlucky behind him.
“It’s a shame, we could have accomplished so much together! You are by far the most accomplished subject I’ve ever seen! Think of the advancement in Psychology we could have made! Sorry, but if you can’t join me, and since I can’t beat you, I’m just going to have you die for me. See you next life!”
He jumped backwards, winking at the man with an axe in his hand. Unlucky looked around for extra parachutes, but he couldn’t see any. He suddenly felt spent. He was tired and wanted it all to end. He walked back to the cockpit, axe dragging behind him. As he reached it, he felt the plane plunge to the ground, the blood of the various people he had killed reacting to gravity and streaming past his feet. He finally dropped the axe, and sat down in the cockpits chair, not trying to reach the nearest control tower or to stabilize the plane.
He simply closed his eyes. Happy that it was all over. Happy that this bad dream was finally over.
As the plane crashed down, he was smiling.
It was tight, he didn’t want to get out, but it seems that it was not his choice to make, he felt something pushing him, and he heard the screams of a woman, and a few people telling her to breathe in deep and to push. He was well in his aquatic environment, and he didn’t want to leave it.
Not his choice.
He felt cold. First, on top of his head, then his face, shoulders, torso, and finally the lower body. He wanted to go back to the warmth of where he was before. He screamed, and cried, trying to tell them to put him back, but the words wouldn’t come out.
He felt saw bright lights and people wearing what seem to be hospital scrubs looking at him. They cut off him something that was dangling, and put him in the arms of somebody that felt familiar somehow.
“It’s a boy”
3 years it took me to write this! Three God damn years (with about 9 chapters the first one and 4 in the span of two ^^') Well thanks for putting up with me up until now. Stay tuned for my next work, and the redux of the previous ones. For now, you can read it's begining here: rabbitdoubtgames.proboards.com/thread/3595/mans-folly