The Martyre's

The Martyre's

As I entered slumber I was greeted by the familiar face of the beautiful angelic being I had been visited by so many times before. I had concluded that this frequent visitor was not part of some strange dream but rather a sort of spirit guide. He had shown me things that I never could have known without him. He warned us that the vaccine would ultimately lead to our death, advice that Dan's science proved sound. This time I took his hand without hesitation, he smiled a half smile and led me up and out our second floor window. This time he held me protectively in his arms and we flew across the night sky. I didn't seem to fear anything when I was with him. Ultimately I hoped he would lead me to my children. Flying felt incredibly liberating. I had never really thought about how truely free it would feel to soar along the skyline. We were headed south towards Seattle. I was eager to see the Space Needle from above rather than from the familiar below. It was truely as breathtaking as I had imagined it to be. The cityscape reflected off the water of the Puget Sound. The boats that were usually all over the bay sat docked in the harbor. It wasn't long before we began to descend into the city. It was a peculiar sight to see the city streets so empty. Seattle always seemed to have a hustle and bustle about it no matter the hour of the night. But with the quarantine, the only people on the streets were military and police adorned in haz-mat and riot gear, the routine "Death Trucks" that drive around collecting the dead, and a few vehicles with travel privilidge like Harper.

We came to a beautiful Presbyterian Church in downtown. As I began to worry that we might be seen his touch reminded me that it would be ok. He opened the front doors and we entered the church. It was a richly decorated church. Above the altar was an eerie life size Jesus statue hanging. His martyred face silently, suffering upon a cross. My angel friend walked up to the altar and swiftly shoved it forward revealing a hidden stairwell. The secret passageway must have been there since the church was built in the early 1900's. I wondered if it had been used for trafficking alcohol during prohibition or was it something far more sinister. Nothing intrigued me more than a good mystery. The hallway lead to a large wooden door which gauging from the commotion there seemed to be a large group meeting behind it. He pushed the door open and I followed him in. No one seemed to notice or care that we were there. We seemed to blend in with the hodge podge of people that filled the room. In fact, the room was filled with all sorts of unusual folk mingling. Some arguing about different topics, others laughing and carrying on. It was clear at least some of these people were like us...evolved. I saw a man with hair like an ape but it was green like grass, one man stood on long legs like stilts, another fat man seemed to have the tusks of a wild boar along with the piggy nose. Made me wonder what you possibly could do with piggy powers. As I scanned the room, watching the people I paid close attention to the details of the room. It didn't take me long to realize what this secret room had been used for, or at least by whom it had been used. The chisel and hammer, the pyramid atopped with an all seeing eye, a compass and square with a G in the center. This had been a Masonic Lodge.

The crowd began to hush as a tall man with long, black, curly hair and a handle bar mustache walked up to the podium beneath the sign that read LEGION.

"Family, friends, Legion Members, this is a very critical time in our lives. We are being faced with some very difficult decisions. Our kind is under attack by this New World Order. They have waged war on us. They have put forth a plan that ensures the survival of their kind and the complete annihilation of ours. We have, as I see it, two choices. The first being a route of inaction. We can hide ourselves away, in caves or warehouses or secret chambers. We can try to forge fake identifications and bare false markings so that we may attempt to blend in with the human race. Those of us who still look human. Yes, we can hide ourselves away, hide our new found powers, hide away our children, give up our every right, give away our very dignity. But that isn't much of a choice is it? That is more like a prison sentence than a life. But I do believe there is another choice, a better choice. We can chose a plan of action. We can choose to fight." the crowd began to cheer and I found myself cheering along. Perhaps partially to blend in but part of me was moved by the words the charasmatic man was speaking.

He continued, "To fight for that which is inheritantly ours. It is, after all, Survival of the fittest and we are, by far, the fittest. These powers are our birthright. God gave us these gifts, not to hide away, but rather, to display with pride! Who among you is proud of who you are? Proud of who your children are?" the crowd roared.

One man shouted, "How long until we judge the inhabitants of this Earth and avenge the blood of our fallen brothers and sisters?"

The man at the podium answered, "Soon, my brother, very soon. In fact the counsil and I have devised a plan. We will unite our people and rise up against this corrupt world government that is trying to exterminate us! We will destroy them as they are trying to destroy us! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"

He grinned as the whole room rallied behind him, "Are we not the ones with powers? Are we not the ones who have been given the gifts. We are the ones intended to inherit the Earth and they are the ones intended to die off"

A group of council members began to walk up to the front of the room. They were all dressed in white robes with the Egyptian eye of Ra upon them, "To show our unity, we will all, each and every one of us, from here on out, wear the same white robes. White robes representing the purity of our blood, the holiness of our DNA. They will be a symbol that will be associated with us. Associated with our fight. A symbol that not only says YES, we are different than you, but also says YES we are better than you!" The counsil members began dispensing the robes and people were slipping them on eagerly. "They will say "I AM NOT YOU and that YOU CANNOT BE ME! Nor can you eliminate me or defeat me! We will respond with vengence for our people. We will stage strategic attacks on this dictatorship until it falls on its knees and begs us for mercy...Mercy, which we will not give! For we are Legion! We do not forgive. We do not forget! We have been given no other choice. No viable choice. We, have been left nothing. Nothing, but, fight."

I was so swept away by the moment that my angel friend had to grab me by the arm tightly to avoid me being carried into the chaos. Suddenly we were no longer in the hidden hall. We were in a city square with hundreds, no maybe thousands of people wearing the same white robes. They were marching upon an army of soldigers. They were using various powers against an arsenal of military retaliation. They all, on both sides, were killing anyone in sight. Some of the civilians in the crossfire quickly became casualties. It was a massacre and Legion was giving those soldigers quite the fight. In fact, the soldigers really had very little defense against the various skills of the army they battled. The soldigers suddenly began to retreat and Legion took it as a sign that they were achieving some sort of a victory. I could see how they might thing so but I sensed something more was on the horizon. I could hear the roar of jett planes in the distance. Those soldigers werent retreating but rather were pulling back because they had called in back up.

"They called in an air strike!" I shouted to the angelic being beside me. "We gotta get out of here!" but he shook his head no. This guy seemed to enjoy subjecting me to rated Mature violence for the sake of a lesson learned. I stood and watched as bombs dropped all around us. It was a horrific sight, the Legion members seemed paralyzed but some kind of nerve toxin that was being dropped. They were helpless when the nerve gas was followed up by bombs, missles and gun fire. One by one they fell down dead. I buried my head in my guides shoulder and soon there was silence. I opened my eyes and found myself back in my bed. Sol was snoring loudly. I knew I wouldnt be getting back to sleep anytime soon. I got up and went to the kitchen to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I sat down at on the couch and turned on the television. And old episode of Perry Mason, why the hell not.