by Amy Field
It was clearly guarding something there, and Vanda was sure that it had to be O. He decided to search for something perhaps safer: Zilo. He once again threw himself into meditation and searched out the young boy who used to be an old man. Before long he found him, somewhere deep in the city, another hideout. He was rigged up to a network suit, and he was contacting Cause members, organising something big. Vanda realised that he, himself, were present too; he was standing next to the old man. He willed the body to move and put his hand upon Zilo’s shoulder.
“Where are we?” he asked Zilo.
“Ah! I’ve been waiting for you,” Zilo said, looking up at Vanda, his eyes coated neon blue. “I guess, you’re still in that sewer. Well, we are currently at…”
Zilo rattled off to Vanda some coordinates for his location and told him to hurry up, as they didn’t have much time. Vanda immediately raced off to find Zilo.
It wasn’t long before he found him, deep in the city at some tech shop that sat within a sprawling length of similar tech shops that litter the sprawls of the lower cities, where people go to get unofficial work done on their computer systems.
Before reaching the room which Zilo inhabited, he had to walk through a large room full of rows of unconscious bodies lying on beds with VR helmets on their heads and drip lines feeding them intravenously. It was a neuro-dream room, a kind of new age opium den, where people go to live out their fantasies, plugged into virtual worlds tailor-made for them. Ever dreamed of telling your boss off? Or getting with the girl from high school that you drooled over for years, but who looked at you like you were a freak? Well, this is where you go.
Many of its clientele spend their days performing monotonous tasks in some droid factory— another grey creature amongst the endless, faceless masses— and then come here at the end of their working day to live out what has become more of a reality to them than their natural life ever was. It is only here that they feel totally at home and alive; within their fantasies.
As Vanda walked through the lines of bodies, all of them sporting smiles on their faces, he noticed a scruffy-looking man with unkempt hair, a scraggly beard and a pair of thick glasses that made his eyes appear humungous behind them. He was pottering about, taking readings off of each of the bodies. The man looked up at Vanda with a surprised look upon his face.
“How did you get in here?” he asked Vanda.
“I put the code in on the door,” Vanda replied, still striding determinately forward towards the back room that held Zilo, the scruffy man sauntering after him.
“How did you know the code?” he asked, curiosity written on his physiognomy.
“I watched you put it in.”
“You’ve been watching me?”
“Only in the future.”
“What?” the man said, his face contorting into a bemused expression and making him stop in his step. “You’re a shifter?”
“Yes— I’m here to see Zilo.”
The scruffy man raised his eyebrows and then began jogging up to Vanda once more.
When he had reached him, he said, “Then you are Vanda Kline— the one he told me about.”
“Yes.”
The man instantly stuck out his hand. Vanda took it and the man held it firmly.
“It is an honour,” he said. “My name is Tuk.”
Tuk then took Vanda to see Zilo. The boy was sitting in a network suit.
Without turning around, Zilo said, “Vanda, I’m glad you made it. Where is O?”
“They’ve got her,” Vanda pronounced solemnly.
Zilo let out a sigh.
“Have you searched for her?” he asked.
“Yes— but the entity stopped me.”
“Then we don’t have much time.”
“How did you escape?”
Zilo then explained that he had just about managed to escape the effects of the gravitational pull by holding onto a piece of the building. He had then wandered out of the rubble. On emerging, the government had let him go, thinking him no more than an innocent child caught up in the battle. He had then immediately come to Tuk, an old friend of his. He was currently attempting to assemble a team for the purpose of infiltrating the camp and destroying it.
That evening, six men and three women arrived. They were all seasoned fighters for the Cause and ready to die for it. Tuk then linked Vanda into one of his VR helmets to search his mind for his visions of the camp. From the information held inside his head, they were able to plot a plan for its destruction. The plan was that Vanda would meditate and get there some minutes before them and begin freeing all the captives. That way the government forces would be busy with them while the others arrived.
They loaded equipment into a large transport. In the back of it, Vanda sat meditating as they set off to the camp. He sent himself ahead by ten minutes within his mind and arrived as an entity at the base. He began to travel through the camp, tearing off the doors that held the people. They began sprawling out and attacking their captors, many dying in the process. Eventually, they overwhelmed the troops, taking their weapons and then turning them on the forces. The camp quickly disintegrated into chaos, people everywhere fighting and smashing their way through the camp. Vanda opened up vortexes everywhere to pull in the troops and pave the way for the freed prisoners to overrun the camp.
But then Vanda was presented with his old foe: the entity. It began opening up vortexes of its own and sucking in the freed people. Vanda opened up a vortex at the entity, sucking it into it. But that wasn’t enough; it reemerged again somewhere else and once again Vanda had to fight it off so that it didn’t kill the freed people.
When the others finally arrived at the camp, deep underground, they found it to be in chaos, firefights everywhere and whole sections of the building destroyed. Zilo awoke Vanda.
“We’re here,” he stated as Vanda slowly opened his eyes. “Are you ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be— but the entity is here too.”
They all burst out of the transport, shooting troops and droids with photon bolts as they did so and sprinted into the base. They began setting photon charges and placing them upon the walls, in readiness to destroy the place.
“Vanda, find O,” Zilo shouted.
Vanda set off into the labyrinthian base, setting his lapse to five seconds, ducking and weaving through the enemy fire and pulling the troops and droids into vortexes. As he was moving through the base, smashing through walls with his vortexes, he began to get deeper and deeper into the camp and made it to the underground laboratories that he had seen earlier in his visions. He emerged into a large open space full of bodies lying on beds, wires and cables sticking out of them, some of them completely mutilated so that they no longer resembled human beings anymore. His heart sank as he looked around him, surrounded by the tortured and twisted remnants of the government’s evil. The spectacle seemed so pointless, and Vanda failed to see the science of it all; only seeing horror. Above his head, he heard the rumble of the battle that was going on. The government had evidently ordered more forces to the camp.
Remembering why he was there, he set off again down a long corridor. He felt O. He felt her in his very soul; felt her pain increasingly as he got closer to her; he was homing in on her; feeling her light slowly becoming diminished. His heart was beating faster and faster.
As he was passing a room he suddenly felt something; he felt the entity. He ripped the doors open with a vortex and entered. All around were monitors on the walls and masses of equipment. Wires and cables led out of it all to the centre of the room. And there in the centre, he saw something truly awful; something that made him momentarily despair.
In the middle of the room was the most wretched creature strapped in a chair. His grey face looked eternally sad, and a stream of tears fell from his dead black eyes, like the flow of some never ending stream. Wires and cables came out of him everywhere, and tubes fed liquids into his body. A large clump of wires sat out of the back of his head, and his pulsa
ting brain tissue showed through a large cavity. Wires had been soldered into his central nervous system, and the man - if you could still call it that - looked like a corpse. But it breathed. Vanda watched as against all the odds its rib cage slowly pulsated in and out. He just stood watching it.
Just then, Zilo came swinging around the corner.
“Have you found h…,” he called out to Vanda, but his words were cut short when he saw the creature in the chair.
Zilo placed his hand over his mouth and came slowly forward. He dropped his weapon, clearly in the most dreadful shock.
“No, no,” he repeated to himself, tears appearing in his eyes. “The bastards. The terrible, terrible bastards.”
He walked up to the creature and placed his hand on its cheek, staring sadly into its black eyes.
“What is it?” Vanda asked him.
Zilo looked up at him, tears flowing down his cheeks, and solemnly said, “It’s him— it’s the Founder. He’s the entity; the Founder. They didn’t kill him, but turned him into this.”
The most appalling look of hatred now took control of Zilo’s features, his face screwing up into pure loathing.
“Kill it,” he commanded Vanda. “KILL IT!”
Zilo stood back from the Founder and Vanda opened up and vortex, folding the pitiful creature up into it.
Suddenly, they heard a gunshot from somewhere near. Vanda instantly sprang out of the room and began running down the corridor towards a door that sat at the end. He pushed his palm out and smashed through it.
Inside was Kelvin holding a pistol and a technician by a trolley of dials. In the centre of them was O, strapped to a chair, slumped forward, blood dripping from a wound in her forehead. Kelvin instantly turned his pistol on Vanda as the latter entered, but Vanda opened up a small vortex just big enough to swallow the gun and Kelvin's forearm, but no more. Vanda turned to the technician and opened up a vortex for him, pulling the shrieking man straight into it. Kelvin fell to the floor grabbing the stub of his arm, screaming with blood pouring out of the wound. Vanda ran up to O and lifted her head in his hand. She was dead. He took her in his arms and held her dead body to his breast, crying desperately as he did.
“No, no,” he kept repeating through his tears.
He then turned to Kelvin, who was holding his wounded stub of an arm and attempting to crawl out of the room. Vanda shot another small vortex at him, swallowing up both his legs below the knee, the doctor hitting the floor at once. Again the doctor screamed out.
Vanda held on tight to O and began to feel an energy within him grow and develop until it started to consume him. All his pain and suffering overwhelmed him and surrounded him like the temporal field, merging with it and sending it into ever increasing spirals that threatened to tear everything apart. Every muscle in his body ached with the most wretched, melancholy pain. His love had been ripped from him; his very soul torn in half and scattered to the wind like ashes. He held her face in his hands and pressed his forehead up to her’s; his sobs convulsed and rippled through his body. He wept so hard then that he was unaware that the room around him had begun to disintegrate and flow around him like a tornado. He held on to O’s body as they were lifted up into the air, through the camp and up into the stratosphere.
Zilo watched from the ground with the others as the two floated off through the building, ripping a hole in the camp as they floated upwards and out into the open, towards the stars that glittered in the night’s sky. He had never seen anything like it; Vanda was controlling matter in the present, not just in his vision. He watched as the two disappeared upwards.
He turned to the others and signalled for them to leave the base; the government forces destroyed. They escaped out of there and blew the whole place to the heavens. Zilo watched the sky as they raced out of there in a stolen government transport, wondering if he would be able to see the lovers flying up into space.
As Vanda carried O’s body up to the edge of the stratosphere, he opened up an orb around them, trapping oxygen inside and creating a vessel that would contain them. Inside the glowing blue orb, he held her body, and they floated out of Earth’s atmosphere. Once they had reached space, he opened up a vortex that led to the other side of the universe, to the outer rim. They were pulled into the wormhole and traveled through a tunnel of colourful, speedily rotating stars. He held onto her limp body as they sped further and further into the unknown reaches of space.
They emerged on the other side, and Vanda looked around him. Everywhere it was velvet black, and a soothing silence surrounded them. He frantically searched the area around them but found nothing out there in the wilderness of velvet space. He bellowed into the dark abyss, crying out at it, imploring for something to show itself. But nothing did. He looked down at the limp body that he held in his hands, within the orb, and sobbed so loudly that he made a noise that no one would ever think a human was capable of making. It sounded like something was shredded within him, and he howled like a melancholic wolf would if he looked up at the sky and realised that the moon was no longer there.
Just as he had lost all hope, something began to rumble besides him. A beam of light struck out from a tear within space and Vanda had to shield his face from its blinding glory. It was here. Vanda immediately pushed the orb towards it.
When he reached it, he held O out to it; presenting it to the light. The light began to flash and change color. Vanda moved into it, the light burning his eyes as he did so, until he was within the very structure of the light, consumed by its pure incandescence.
The light began to expand around him, and O’s body started to float out of his arms, breaking through the orb. Everything went completely white forVanda then, but as he reached out into the white, but couldn’t find O. He screamed out in the wilderness, but heard nothing back. The light intensified to such a pitch that Vanda lost consciousness.
Vanda awoke on a bed. Lying next to him with her emerald eyes open and staring straight into his face was O. Vanda instantly took hold of her firmly in his arms, hoping that she wasn’t a mirage, and began to weep tears of the purest joy.
“I thought I’d lost you forever,” he wept.
“I didn’t know where I was,” she said timidly. “Everywhere was white and I was floating; lost. But a voice kept telling me in a strange, but somehow familiar language that I was okay and that I would soon be back with you. I think it was God.”
“Where are we now?” Vanda asked.
“I’m not sure; I only just awoke, at the very second that you did.”
They both got up. They were in a strange room decorated like the old European palaces of the Baroque period; large windows, repetitions of simple patterns carved into the plaster work, Louise XV furniture, chairs with spindly little legs like those of a terrier dog. Outside was a sprawling meadow of the most beautiful green, rolling hills bordered by forests of massively tall trees that seemed to be as big as skyscrapers. From outside, they heard the chatter of birds and the giggles of children come echoing into the room.
Suddenly, the young boy of Zilo appeared at the open doorway.
“You’re back!” he said, his words tinted with the utmost joy.
He ran towards them and jumped onto the bed, embracing the pair as he landed.
“Where are we?” O asked the boy.
“I’m not sure,” Zilo said. “But where ever it is, it’s heavenly. We haven’t got any technological equipment yet, so we’re a little lost as far as finding out our position. I certainly don’t recognise the place from anything I’ve ever seen before. But it scattered with theses beautiful little houses everywhere.”
“Who is ‘we’?” Vanda mused.
“Yes— we,” Zilo inferred. “After you had disappeared, a great beam of light struck Earth and removed everyone from the lower levels of Earth’s cities— we at first thought that the government had initiated the purge. But soon we realised that it was something more than that; something had brought us to here. It’s the most beautiful plac
e, and it’s huge too. You should check out the architecture, and it’s already full of farming equipment and anything that we could ever need. It’s perfect for us.”
The three then left the house and walked outside amongst the beautiful new world that they had been cast into. Everywhere, people joyously walked with their children, huge smiles on their faces. All of a sudden, two children came bounding up to them and took ahold of O around her waist. It was the children from the family. O lifted the small boy up into her arms, the little girl holding onto the hand of Vanda, and they all walked through the picturesque beauty of their new world.
They looked towards the horizon and noticed the dual suns that burned in the sky. Something— God or otherwise— had saved them all. It had heard their cries in the darkness and removed them all from their inevitable nightmare. When Vanda and O had entered it, their love had merged with it, and it had taken on their struggles. Their love so impressed itself upon the light that it felt compelled to grant them and their kind salvation from the tyranny of evil men.
Call it what you want, but many came to call it the Rapture. Those that had spent their lives struggling under the despotism of the oppressive and vindictive government were removed, as well as those that suffered amongst the colonies. Everyone else was left behind to reap what they had sowed.
As time went on, Vanda and O started a family of their own and lived out a humble existence in the new colony. They had much to do, though, as the land needed leadership. They taught the new generations of the perils of the world that they had left behind, Earth, and of how its immorality had mutated it into something horrific. They taught them a set of morals that spoke of complete equality. No man would ever be allowed to be superior to another. Even though Vanda and O worked in the new government, they were treated just as all would if they toiled in the field or collected the refuse and in this spirit, they created a utopia built and made for all.
