LAST TWO CHAPTERS OF
THE DICHOTOMY OF EVIL
FIRST TWO CHAPTERS OF
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THE HUNTER
Blood Bath at Anger Management
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Bert sat in his kitchen eating his frosted flakes and drinking his favourite tea, there was no rush, he had all the time in the world now, he had not worked for months. The only thing he had to do this month was visit the doctor, and he had three quarters of an hour before he had to be there.
Bert Debarge was a 44 year Belgium born, single man. He was going grey and he was slightly bald. He used to keep himself fit by going to the gym but he had let that slip recently. He had a lot on his mind. Bert had been sacked from his job for violently assaulting a college at 9.30 in the morning. He thought his colleague had been possessed by a demon called Cronos. Bert didn’t consider himself crazy, every two weeks or so, the forces of evil did something that proved to him that they existed.
He was claiming sickness benefit of £70.00 a week which was £20 pounds more than jobseekers allowance. He didn’t approve of his actions, but 40% more is rather a lot. He had at first sought out medical assistance as an excuse for attacking his workmate, in the hope of getting his job back.
His doctor, Doctor Rees had informed him that his sporadic erratic behaviour could easily be due to some sort of mental problem, and had given him a full set of tests, along with a sick note for a full month and some pills.
Bert had smiled and told the doctor that he was extremely thankful. How could the doctor have possibly known, that the man Bert had attacked, was in fact the demon Cronos.
Every month had to go back to the Doctor to get a repeat prescription and to extend his sick note. A month had flown by, and then another. Bert could get used to this type of life.
Eventually Bert had found out that the pills the doctor had given him were just Bromine. They would calm him down, by completely turning off his sexual urges. How could they expect a man to become sane, if they destroy his sex drive? He had stopped taking the pills almost immediately after he had discovered this. He still had to go to the doctors though. He was due there at 10 O’clock.
The day was dull and over cast, as he left his ground floor flat and set off down his average Belgium suburban street in Oldport, towards the doctor’s surgery.
He had dressed to look slightly strange, so that the doctor would extend his sick note, he was wearing a plain white shirt done up at the neck, a beige blouson jacket, blue jeans, and well polished steel toe cap shoes.
He enjoyed the mile walk to the doctor’s surgery. It was good to feel the breeze on his face, he felt spots of rain on his forehead, but the weather held off until he arrived at his destination.
Bert entered the grey stone building and walked up to the reception desk. The lady at the counter smiled at him. She was around 26. Her body was curvy, but she did not carry too much fat. Her hair was long and dark, and she wore a white dress, held together by poppers at the front. Bert thought she was attractive, but he realised that making a pass at a nurse when she knew what he was there to see the doctor about, was futile. “Mr Debarge to see Doctor Rees” Bert said. “Is he expecting you?” asked the nurse. “Yes I have an appointment” said Bert showing her his appointment card.
The nurse looked at his card and checked her records. She gave him a long thin plastic coated card with a number on it, and told him to take a seat. Bert was number 8. He looked around the room, and tried to work out, how many people were before him to see his doctor.
The room was large, approximately 35 foot by 15 foot. The floor was made up of dark green carpet tiles, while the walls and the roof were white. The seats were long benches covered in dark red plastic. That were joined together to surround the free space, leaving a corridor to the reception desk, which continued on and to the left, towards the doctors Surgeries.
To increase the number of seats in the waiting room, other seats had been added to the circle of benches surrounding the free space, sub dividing it into three sections. One section was for children, and had a play area complete with toys and puzzles, and a play pen for placing children in. Another section had a table in its centre, which was completely covered with magazines. The section where Bert chose to sit was empty apart from a 50 year old man, who was reading a newspaper. It was just a 10 foot by 10 foot space, surrounded by seats.
There were five other people in the waiting room, a young mother, with here child in the kids section, the man who sat reading a paper opposite Bert, and two women who were sitting quietly talking in the other corral, chatting to each other. Bert sat down quietly. He tried not to take up to much room.
The door went again, Bert looked around and saw a young man of about 18 years of age enter the waiting room. He was about 5 foot 8 inches tall, his hair was dark brown, and he wore a smart beige jacket. He walked straight up to the Receptionist and asked to speak to Doctor Rees.
Bert stopped paying attention to the young man. He was not facing the receptionist, he was facing the wall. He heard the man behind him becoming irate as he was given a card with 9 written on it, and told to wait in the sitting area.
Bert did not even bother to turn around. He just sat there with his legs together, his hands on his thighs. He was calmly looking at the opposite wall, minding his own business. He was already in a world of his own.
Bert heard footsteps enter his coral. He turned his head to the left, but he did not look up at the person. He could see the man’s trousers, and he noticed the man was wearing a pair of smart shiny black shoes.
All of a sudden two hands grabbed Bert by the shoulders. The grip was hard, and it took him by surprise. Suddenly a foot slammed into the back of the bench that Bert was sitting on, to the left of his ribcage. Bert was rudely pulled out of his seat. He was then swung around, and flung across the room, until he was facing the bench that he had just been sitting in.
Bert was stunned, confused, and angry. He tried to make sense of what had just happened to him. He had been pulled out of his seat and flung across the room for no apparent reason. Bert’s mouth was open, and his eyes were wide, as the young man approached him.
“I’ll ask you this just once” said the youth aggressively, leaning forward until he was just a few inches from Bert’s face. “Do you think that someone like me, should wait in a queue, behind someone like you?” asked the young man vehemently.
Bert was no longer stunned, he leaned forward into the other guys face, and said, quietly but firmly “Yes, yes I do”. It was now the young mans turn to be open mouthed with surprise, but he did not remain dumbfounded for long. He grabbed Bert by the collar and swung him round once more. The young man was roaring with effort as he man handled Bert around the room.
Bert was swung around until he was facing in the opposite direction. The youths brown eyes, fixed on Debarges once again. His face was only inches away from Bert’s when he said sneeringly “I’m here for my anger management counselling”. Bert lent forward “So am I” he said gruffly. Bert searched his face looking for a scar, a blackhead, a pimple; anything that would tell him what type of creature he was dealing with, there was nothing, there were no blemishes at all, as far as Bert could see.
Just then a nurse tried to get between them. She tried to push them apart while saying to Bert “I think it’s for the best if we let Mr Lovette go first, don’t you Mr Debarge?”, “Then you had better get a mop” said Bert. Nurse Jones seemed a little perplexed by his response.
Just then however, Lovette, in a totally detached and distracted, psychotic manner, that left even Bert stunned. Turned and shouted at the other man in Bert’s section of the waiting room. “I’ll ask you this only once! Do you think that someone like me should be forced to wait in a queue behind someone like you?!” Bert was left all alone, standing in the middle of the room.
Bert was flabbergasted. He stood there watching as the Nurse, the Sociopath and the fifty year old man, performed a mad swirling whirligig dance, as they continued the argument without him.
They were pushing and shoving at each other, screaming at the top of their voices. As Bert watched them from a distanced, they seemed to perform a strange waltzing dance, around and around each other they went, right there in the middle of the waiting room, with all the other patients were watching.
Bert went back to his seat. The Nurse had her arms out stretched pushing the two men apart when Bert sat down. Bert Debarge assumed his previous position, with his legs together and his hands on his thighs, as he tried to contain the anger that was welling up inside him. He looked fixedly at the wall in front of him and tried to ignore the chaos that was still continuing to his right.
This man with his suspiciously clear skin and psychotic attitude was probably one of them, a body snatcher. They didn’t really need a large amount of food, water or money. All they really needed was a supply of emotion to keep them warm. Bert knew that if these encapsulations of Gods or a lesser beings suffering grew too cold, they would burst and be remembered by their progenitor, before being reformed weaker and smaller than before. Bert hated them.
Just then a Doctor’s voice came over the tanoy “Could patient number 8 please come to Doctor Rees’s surgery in room 3”. The whole room went quiet. Bert heard the Nurse, gasp and mumble something under her breath, in dread of what might be about to happen.
Bert stood up calmly and smoothly, and walked quietly out of the circle of seats, and into the corridor around the sitting area, before turning left towards the double doors. Nothing happened as Bert walked through the doors, and into another corridor, which held Doctor Rees’s surgery.
Bert knocked on the door and entered the room. “Hello Bert, how are you this morning?” asked Doctor Rees. He was a tall, 6 foot man, he was approximately 37 years of age, and his skin was white. He had a light brown well groomed full head of hair. His white Doctors coat was clean and smart, as was his overall appearance. He sat there quietly at his desk waiting for Bert to reply.
The room was small and packed to the brim with medical equipment and paperwork. The Doctors desk was in the centre of the room, sideways on to the door. On it was a large amount of medical papers, a blood pressure monitor, some books and even a stethoscope, for good effect Bert thought. There were also 2 chairs and a medical couch crammed into the tiny space.
“I’m fine doctor, glad to be alive” said Bert, but even as Bert smiled at the Doctor, his mind was already drifting else where. He was unable to forget his recent dispute, in the waiting room. He was distracted. In his mind he was plotting his revenge against the young man that had attacked him.
“Your blood test results have come back. They are all perfectly normal._____Humm” said the Doctor as he mused over the report. “That’s good” said Bert as he thought to himself {I’ll smash his face in, if he tries anything on the way out}.You seem to have a high concentration of silver in your blood stream, can you think of anything that could account for that?” asked the doctor. “No Doctor none at all”, lied Bert. He had been taking silver water purifying tablets to hinder any demonic attack for a few months now, but he had no intention of telling Doctor Rees about this.
Bert started to become distracted. He was unable to concentrate on his conversation with the Doctor. {I’ll build up a repertoire of spells, and I’ll collect as much power as I can, from anyone I’ve caused emotion in}. In case there is any trouble on the way out, he thought.
“There is no Aids or Scarlet Fever to account for your periods of exhaustion. Do you still suffer from Lethargy Bert?” asked Doctor Rees. “Yes Doctor, I have no enthusiasm for anything”, said Bert {I’ll smash his face to a pulp if he starts anything}.
Bert decided to start calling in power, to help him defeat his enemy. He was already having trouble concentrating on his conversation with the doctor as he wrestled with himself {Defeat the Blob Shite and free Mankind} his inner voice roared.
“How are you feeling in your self Bert?” asked Doctor Rees. “Oh I’m fine, I’m getting there slowly Doctor” said Bert.
Bert was empathic. He had always been good at sensing other people’s emotions. Unfortunately he could now feel Lovette’s rage, it was directed at him, and what was worse, he had just foolishly laid claim to it, while he was trying to hold a conversation with a doctor, who was trying to assess his sanity.
The emotion he was causing in others was returning to him. He wasn’t distracted in the normal psychological sense of the word. He could just not cope with all that hatred coming towards him for Lovette.
Angry thoughts burst into Bert’s mind, {Be prepared to Fight when you leave this room, be ready to kill if you have to}. Bert cast a spell in his mind, {stamp my foot when I have enough power to finance my standard repertoire of spells, and defeat my enemy, if necessary}. He had to know he could cope, if trouble was about to start.
“How are your pills holding out, are you taking them regularly, Bert?” asked Doctor Rees. “Yes Doctor, every day without fail, Doctor” Bert lied, “I have about 2 weeks supply left. Is it possible that I might have some more? They are a great help” he asked.
Suddenly Bert involuntarily stamped his foot. Doctor Rees’s back snapped as straight as a board. At the sudden sound and he froze in that position. It was as if he had just received a sharp pain in his lower extremities. The Doctors head and ears had also picked up noticeably. He was perfectly still, apart from his eyes, which were nervously twitching to and fro, looking into the corners of his peripheral vision. It was as if he was waiting for another loud noise. Patients obviously did not normally do that when he interviewed them, what could it possibly mean, he must have thought to himself. {Get him} thought Bert.
The silence between them continued for a while and then the moment was lost. “Do you feel able to resume work at the moment?” asked Doctor Rees. “I still feel a little shaky when I think of doing that. I don’t want to attack anybody else”. “No we don’t want that to happen again, do we. I had better extend your sick note for another month” said the Doctor {those plastic parasites, they come here, they steal our bodies and our lives, and then they try to rip off our social}.
Lovette was still out side. His anger was still flowing towards Bert. It was more than Bert could cope with. It took a great deal of effort to hold him self in check.
He had used the rage, his enemy’s power, to programme himself, to use a repertoire of spells and actions, to defeat his enemy, if necessary. But now he had stopped using his enemy’s power and it was building up in him. He was going Berserk.
“Here is your repeat prescription and here is your sick note. It’s for another month. If you want to come and see me before then, feel free to do so. I’m here most days.” said Doctor Rees. “Thank you Doctor. That’s most reassuring to know. You have been a great help” said Bert standing up and shaking the Doctors hand, and then collecting the pieces of paper.
Bert was standing in the corridor once again. Through the double doors was a possible Demon, which might, or might not be waiting to attack him.
Bert kept his eyes fixed firmly in front of him as he walked through the double doors. He showed no emotion as he walked towards the receptions desk. She was not in her position. He then turned and started to walk towards the door.
Bert heard some raised voices, and out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Lovette. Every fibre of his body was exuding menace. His body was taught. He was leaning forward and raising his fist in a threatening manner towards the face of a terrorized 55 year old man. Every syllable of Lovette’s body language spoke of violence. There was no doubt about it what so ever, the old man was about to be attacked. Bert had to save him.
Bert rushed through the gaps in the chairs and barged his way between Lovette and the old man. “Why don’t you pick on someone who is only twenty years older than you?!! Why don’t you try that on with me mate?!!” shouted Bert into the callow youths face.
Bert pushed the palms of his hands into Lovette’s shoulder blades, sending him flying backwards. “How do you like giving out fear instead of feeding on it, Hey?”, “This is nothing to do with you!” shouted the young man. Bert punched Lovette on the chin. The young man recovered from the punch and bounced back, like 18 year olds tend to do.
There was a scramble of frenzied punches, neither man seemed dominant. Bert was jabbing his opponent with his left, while holding his right back waiting for Lovette to make a mistake. Lovette was putting forward a left right combination of terrible ferocity and power.
Bert broke away and looked around. A woman was covering her child’s eyes. The little boy was trying to peek. Another mother and her daughter, who was wearing a school uniform, were staring at them in wide eyed terror. There were two more women and a man in the far corral. The women had there backs pressed up against the wall. The man remained stationary. He was staying well out of it. The Nurse had reappeared, and was trying to get out from behind the receptionists desk, and the old man that Bert was trying to protect, was on his right hand side, just a foot or so behind his shoulder.
Lovette slammed a punch into Bert’s face sending him flying backwards. Bert started to stagger. Lovette rushed forward swinging both fists wildly. He was coming in for the kill.
Bert managed to get a jab into Lovette’s face. A gap opened up. Bert started to uncurl his big right hook, it was moving forward with a terrible speed and force. He didn’t clench his knuckles into a fist. Instead he extended his index finger and his longest finger into a “V” shape. The blow was heading inextricably and with full force, towards Lovette’s eyes.
The vicious blow connected with both of the young mans eyes simultaneously. The Fight was over, Bert knew it, but Lovette was unaware that he had already lost, and he fought on bravely. Trading punches with Bert as his eyes started to close up.
The Nurse was screaming at Bert to let him go. “He’s had enough”. But there was no way Bert was going to let this bully go. He hated them. They come here, they steal our bodies and nonce our children, they feed off us, and blockade our bars and clubs, rule our society, and provide a translucent ceiling in our education establishments and our careers. “You make me sick” Bert shouted at Lovette.
Bert started shouting “What’s it like to know its coming mate. What’s it like to know there is no way out. You’ve fed on the week and the terrified for so long, what is it like to be one of them. What’s it like to know it’s coming, and it is coming. You’re not getting out of here”.
Lovette’s eyes had completely closed up, and he was starting to stagger. Bert showed no mercy. He positioned himself into the perfect position. He hopped on to his left foot and brought his right foot up into Lovette’s stomach with all his might. Lovette gave out a terrible groan, bent double and stepped backwards. Bert moved silently forward and landed the perfect uppercut on Lovette’s chin. The young man staggered back and fell against the wall and down to the ground.
The Nurse was still screaming “Leave him alone. I’m going to fetch a Doctor.”. “ What’s it like to know you’re going to die. You’ve terrified us, and fed on our fear for years. You’ve never stopped. Well you’ve been stopped now blobby! SAY IT! I have been stopped, SAY IT!”
Lovette mumbled under his breath, in a barely recognisable fashion, “I’m stopped”. “Now it’s you’re turn to give out fear. Give it up mate. Give it all up. Give me your fear. You are destroyed”.
Bert lent back as far as he could go. He put his arm behind him as far as it would go, and then he made a fist. Then he leapt forward and downward as fast as he could go. He looked more like a baseball pitcher throwing a ball, than a man throwing a punch.
Bert Knew what he was doing. This punch was designed to break bones, and that’s what he heard when the punch hammered home, the distinctive sound of breaking bones.
Bert showed no mercy, his body went into recoil. In one smooth movement he was ready to throw another bone smashing punch at his enemy. The long build up and the extended arc of the punch travelling forward, made the final impact even more terrible.
“Stop, stop I’ve called the police. He’s had enough” screamed the Nurse. “Are you going to feed on any other people’s fear ever again?” asked Bert. “No” mumbled Lovette barely able to speak. “I wouldn’t have said that” said Bert in triumph, “You have been stopped”.
Then the old man, whom Bert had leapt into action to protect, finally spoke. His words were so awful and laden with dreadful implications, that they sucked the air straight out of Bert’s lungs leaving him breathless, and unable to make any sound for the first few seconds, apart from a stifled wheezing groan.
The words that the old man had said were, “Leave my son alone. He’s done nothing to you”. It took a time for the implications of the sentence to sink into Bert’s mind, but eventually the word “NO” exploded from his mouth. The single syllable had captured Bert’s utter despair, and his desolation was clearly audible in the sound as it resonated around the room.
Bert looked around the room in wide eyed terror. The room was full of witnesses. On nothing more than a presumption he had attacked the young man, and battered him to with in an inch of his life, and now he might end up doing some serious jail time, or even being locked up in the funny farm for his actions.
Finally Bert’s field of vision turned towards Lovette again, both his eyes were closed, his mouth was slack, his arms were moving weakly and pathetically, but there was no blood. There should have been blood, a small spot, a tiny scratch, but there was none.
There was still hope. If he was a body snatcher, Bert should be able to pop the encapsulated sack of emotion that he is, and watch as the evidence explodes and completely disappears, leaving him in the clear.
“Please leave my son alone” said the old man, who was nearly weeping. “The police are on their way” shouted the Nurse.
Their words fell on deaf ears, with a heavy heart Bert turned his attention back towards Lovette again. There was no excuse now, this was just murder.
Bert had to force him self to do what was necessary. He reached back as far as he could go, and sent another blow hurtling towards the young mans head. It landed with another sickening thud. Bert did not hesitate he went straight into the coiled hook position, and sent another fearful blow at Lovette.
“Leave him, leave my son” begged the old man. “I can hear a police siren” shouted the Nurse. She was lying.
The woman that was covering her child’s eyes, knew what was about to happen. As Bert brought his fist back into position, she could not stomach anymore, and she inadvertently covered her own eyes, leaving the young boys vision unimpaired.
As the blow crushed into Lovette’s face he exploded. It happened slightly too quick for the human eye to respond, and there was no sudden gush of air or bodily fluid, that Bert could see. Lovette had just disappeared.
“Thank God it’s over” said Bert. “Oh no” said the old man. “Where did he go?” asked the young boy. Bert looked at the young boy and said “Body snatchers go pop. They don’t die like we do, kid. They are here, and you have to learn how to fight them or we are going to become extinct”.
The boy did not ask anymore questions he was stunned, His face showed that he was overwhelmed. He had witnessed all that brutality. He had seen a man vanish, with his own eyes. He wanted to go home.
Bert knew that he would not suffer. Magic is easy to forget and hard to remember. His chances of remembering something magical was quiet small. If he let it pass out of his mind for just a moment, it would be gone, and it could be years before he remembered it again, and then he would never be sure if it was real or not.
Bert had to go. He turned and walked towards the door. No one tried to stop him. He caught the Nurses eye as he left. She hated him. Bert made a mental note of that, it might be important in the future he thought.
Bert walked out of the surgery, it was still overcast. There was still a normal sane world outside, he was glad to see that.
What have I done? He mentally screamed to himself. He took a large breath and started to walk the mile or so home, through his leafy Belgium suburban streets. He looked at the Gardens as he walked along, some were well kept, and others were bramble patches. There were a lot of old people in this neighbourhood, and they could not all manage to do their gardens anymore.
He decided to use the last of any power that he had left, to make himself forget this nasty incident. This would make lying to the authorities much easier when the time comes.
As he walked further he wondered what he should do with his last few remaining days of freedom, before the police came and took him away. He could throw a party, or he could go out for a posh meal, or maybe it would be better, just to have a whole day walking in the country.
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On an overcast day, about 2 weeks later, the police finally arrived. Bert had managed to get up by 9:30. He was in his living room having a cup of tea, trying to decide what to do. He suddenly had so much free time, that he did not no what to do with it all. The sad thing was, that doing nothing seemed to take ever such a long time to do. Being lazy was starting to be a full time job.
When suddenly there was a loud single knock on the door. Bert had heard that type of knock before. It was the same solitary boom that all the police in his area seemed to use. For a split second he considered the possibility, that the police were actually trained to use that knock. Then his train of thoughts sent his mind racing back to other times, when he had previously heard that distinctive sound. It was not a good sound. The memories were all bad. He did not like this at all.
He put his tea down and stood up, and slowly went to the door. His mind was in over drive before he got there. He knew who would be standing on the other side of the doorway before he opened it, but the door had to be opened anyway. Bert grasped the door handle, took a large breath and opened the door. “Good morning. Are you Bertrand Joseph Debarge?” asked a tall dark haired policeman. “Yes, Yes I am” said Bert.
Even though he had expected to see him, Bert was taken aback by the police officers looming presence. “I believe that you were involved in an incident that took place at the Pontligne surgery two weeks ago last Tuesday?”
Two weeks had gone by, and Bert had placed the fight at the back of his mind. He genuinely said “What incident Officer?” “The incident at the Doctors surgery two weeks ago, we believe you were involved, I understand there was a fight. A young man was very seriously injured”.
Bert’s stomach muscles tensed up, as it all came flooding back to him. He had thought he was out of the woods and in the clear. He had considered that the seraph had just burst and decided to forget about it, or that he had decided to handle his revenge himself, at a latter date.
Thoughts were tumbling through Bert’s mind as he tried to decide what to do and say. They would have arrested him earlier if they had any proof, Bert thought. The police man was probably just bluffing Bert decided. He would play it cool, and let them tell him how much of a case they had. “I have no idea what you are on about officer” he said.
“So you have no knowledge of the incident at the Surgery then. A young man, who has been a menace to society in these parts, since he turned thirteen or so, was badly beaten up at the Doctors surgery two weeks ago. We the police have been unable to touch him, because up until now, he has been too young for us to prosecute. That is until he turned sixteen of course, and then he went and got himself declared mentally un-culpable for his actions.” “So you’re glad he got beaten up then?” asked Bert with total surprise in his voice. “There has never been a more deserving sole, for a bit of civil justice than Mr Lyle Lovette, sir”.
Bert was amazed at what the Policeman was saying. He decided that it was probably a trap, to try and get him to take some credit for the incident. Bert decided to put his poker face on, and give the policeman no information at all.
“I’d like to shake the hand of the man who took down Lyle Lovette a peg or two. He has been in and out of police stations all his life, but he has never been punished” said the Policeman. “I’m glad that you think justice has been done officer. You can shake my hand if you like, but I had nothing to do with the incident, I’m afraid”, said Bert.
“The Doctors stopped us speaking to him for 2 days. We thought he would make a complaint. They tend to do that you know, persistent offenders, they are the first to complain when it happens to them. So I held out, and I didn’t come to see you until now, but he hasn’t made a complaint. We would be having a totally different conversation, if he had. He seems to have undergone a dramatic personality change, for the better I’d say. I have just finished speaking to him”. “I have no idea what could have happened to this man officer”. “So you have no knowledge of the incident.” “No officer, none at all I’m afraid”, said Bert.
Bert continued to play his hand close to his chest. He just smiled at the Police officer. The Policeman raised his hand and Bert shook it. “Have a good day sir, and don’t forget to call us if you see anything suspicious.” “I won’t”, said Bert.
The policeman turned and walked up the garden path to the front gate, and then he continued to proceed down the road towards the police station. Bert was really in the clear. He could not believe his luck.
Bert wondered if what the policeman had said was really true. Had Lyle Lovette been a menace to society? Had they waited for Lovette to reappear before they had questioned him? The Policeman said that he had needed medical help, but Bert thought that when he popped them, they reappeared the next day, as right as rain. He would have to rethink that part of his theory.
Possibly they were waiting because they wanted Lyle Lovette to bring charges against Bert. Bert was sure it did not take up to two weeks for the body snatchers to reincarnate. If Lyle Lovette had undergone a profound personality change, that at least would fit in with Bert’s theories, he believed that when they are reformed, they come back smaller, warmer and more sane, than they were prior to having their encapsulation burst.
A great weight had been lifted of Bert’s mind. There wasn’t a cloud on his horizon any more, apart from his next visit to the Doctors surgery of course, that would be a bit tricky.
Bert asked God to put together a string of spells to see him through his next visit to the surgery.
Two weeks later, it was time to go back to the surgery and face them. Bert was nervous. His actions had been deplorable. There was no excuse really. It was wrong, and he had done it, and that was that. There was no point in hanging about, he had to go down there and face the music. He had just as well get it over with, he thought. He put his coat on and he left his house.
It was a beautiful sunny day, the type of day, which makes you feel glad to be alive. The birds were singing in the trees, and the flowers were out. Bert walked along the quiet suburban streets until he came to the first roundabout on the main road. The walk stopped being pleasant at this point. The main road was busy. The cars were noisy and the smell of diesel polluted his sense of smell. He continued walking until he reached the next roundabout. He continued straight on until he came to the entrance to the surgery. He walked up the small hill until he reached the surgery door. The car park was full. Two men in lab coats were sitting in a white van
Bert walked in, he was glad to see there was a different receptionist behind the counter. She was a blonde, and she was shorter than the other woman. “I have an appointment with doctor Rees” said Bert. He had phoned up and booked it a week ago. She smiled at him “what’s your name?” “Bertrand Debarge” said Bert. She made a tick on a list of names, and looked under the counter. When she raised her head again, she handed Bert his number, and said “Please take a seat. Doctor Rees will call for you shortly”. “Thank you” said Bert. He looked at his number, it was number 12.
Bert sat down, facing the door this time, and waited. He suddenly became worried that they might have booked Lyle Lovette into an appointment slot exactly a month after his last visit.
After about a ten minute wait, in which nothing happened, Doctor Rees’s Voice came over the tanoy. “Could number 12, Mr Debarge please come to room number 3?” There was no emphasise in the Doctors words, there was nothing unusual in the way he spoke, or in the way he phrased his words, which Bert could detect. It looked as if he was going to get away with it lightly, he thought.
He stood up and went into the corridor and through the double doors, until he was standing outside room number 3. Bert knocked the door and entered.
“Hello Bert, how are you this morning?” asked Doctor Rees, in his calm, mellow bed side manner, that he had perfected over the years. “I’m fine thank you doctor” said Bert, happy that the Doctor didn’t appear to be angry about the incident, which had occurred during his last visit.
The Doctor smiled reassuringly at Bert. “Now where is it, come here, come here, where are you, come here” Each time the doctor opened a draw on his desk or moved some papers he would say “come here”. Bert knew this was the phrase the Seraph used to induce a hypnotic trance in their victims. He became tense. He decided to pinch himself under the table to see if that would help keep his mind awake. “Come here, where are you, come here” the doctor continued. The doctor was definitely going to try some thing big on, thought Bert.
“Ahah, here it is. It was right in front of me all along” said the doctor. He picked up the single white sheet of paper that had been sitting immediately in front of him on his desk, and then turned towards Bert.
“Do you know what this is Bert?” asked Doctor Rees. “No, no I don’t, other than it’s apiece of paper Doctor” said Bert, stating of the obvious. The Doctor smiled, and laughed once at Bert’s witticism. “It’s a section. We use this form to commit people to have mental care. We don’t use this form lightly you know, It’s a very serious thing, to section a person. It takes a persons right to roam freely in society away from them. They can’t go home, you know. They have to go to an institution and get some help with their mental health. Which is a good thing? Isn’t it, to get mental health assistance, if they require it?” asked the Doctor, in his friendly monotone bedside voice. “Yes Doctor, it is a good thing that they can get help if they require it”. “Yes it is” said Doctor Rees. “Shall we fill in it?” “Yes Lets” said Bert.
Bert knew that the area of the human neck was jam packed with vital body parts and blood vessels, which are all squeezed into a very small area of space. Unfortunately, for the Seraph body snatchers, they can not fit all their vital organs into such a small space. There are apparently some vital vessels, or organs that are left outside of the human form.
They extend from the bottom of the human ear to roughly the part of the clavicle which meets the shoulder. They are part of the Demons encapsulating devise, his body. They are called the Demons ears. They have nothing to do with hearing, but they are vital to their continued health.
If both ears are broken, their encapsulation devise fails, and they are remembered. They will of course reappear after a short time, but they will be one step closer to their final remembrance. Unfortunately for them their culture is such that if a demon has one ear broken, their friends and associates, being evil, will endeavour to finish the job, and break the other ear off as well.
Doctor Rees looked at the piece of paper he was holding and said to Bert, “This is where we place to person’s name._________ what shall we write Bert?”
Bert slowly and subconsciously raised his arm to the Doctors shoulder, and grabbed a piece of empty air, that Bert knew, should contain the Demons ear. Bert was calm and unthreatening in his manner. It was as if he was practicing his own bedside manner. Bert gave the Doctors ear a gentle tug as he lent forward to look at the piece of paper, and said “put your name in”. The Doctor paused for a short time, and then wrote his own name on the section.
Bert’s actions were all unplanned by him, but he realised that he was being controlled by the spell that he had cast, or by God himself. Bert decided to relax and let the spell work its charms. Thy will be done, he thought to himself.
“This is where we put the troubled persons address. What shall we write?” asked Doctor Rees. Bert gave the Doctor’s ear another gentle tug as he rested his hand on his shoulder, and said in his friendliest, calmest, imitation of a bedside manner that he could muster. “Let’s put your address in there Doctor. _____This is fun isn’t it?”
The Doctor already knew Bert was violent. He had beaten a Seraph until it had exploded in this very surgery only four weeks ago. He had seen the mess on the floor. The Doctor decided to go along with Bert. Each new section on the form they discussed together and eventually decided to fill it in, using the doctor’s personal information. They filled in the next couple of relevant sections, the patient’s recent history, and his current medications.
Bert continued his gentle intimidation until the doctor had completed the form with his own details. The doctor was smiling a genuine human smile, “this is the last section” he said. “You had better sign it, and complete the form” said Bert.
Bert let go of the doctor’s ear after he had signed the form. At least he knew that he wasn’t crazy enough to let himself get sectioned, if he could get out of it, Bert thought.
Doctor Rees smiled to himself, as he looked at the completed Section form, which he was holding up in front of him self. He was still smiling a bemused smile, when he put it down 30 seconds later. He could see the funny side of having just sectioned himself, thank goodness.
“Do you feel able to go back to work Bert?” asked doctor Rees, still smiling. “I would like a little more time if possible doctor” Bert said. The doctor did not reply he just nodded and gave a thoughtful nod.
The doctor filled out 2 forms and said “Here is a note to cover you from seeking employment for the next month, and here is a repeat prescription. If you have any problems in the mean time don’t hesitate to call us”. Bert stood up “Thank you, thank you very much doctor” he said, just before he turned and left the room.
Bert went to the reception Desk and asked to book an appointment for a month’s time. The receptionist seemed agitated. She had expected something else to happen.
Bert walked home the same way as he had come. The day seemed even more beautiful than when he had started out. Some one had helped him out. He would stay a free man. He had a friend. The birds were singing in the trees, and Bert felt like joining in with them.
He would have to re-evaluate his freedom, he decided. What was he going to do with himself? with no job, and no prospect of getting one. He would have to find something to do. There were a few decorating jobs to do around the house, and the garden could do with a bit of a tidy up, he thought, but he need not have worried though, as some one had plans for him.
As he relaxed around his house, a pressure started to build up in his mind, a message was coming through. It felt as if he was going soft, or that he was a lovey dovey teenager on a date with his true love. It was similar to being slightly drunk, with a floating sensation thrown in for good measure. It also had the side effect of making him act slightly stupid. No one would have associated these symptoms with a message coming through from the spirit world, but as the years had gone by, that is what Bert had started to relate these feelings with.
These symptoms persisted for around 3 or 4 days. They were building in intensity as time went by, but despite the pressure building up in his brain, no message, or memory was forthcoming. Then eventually while he was walking through his home town one day, he decided to buy a magazine, to divert his mind.
Bert bought a copy of Scientific European, and to his surprise, it contained a compact disc, which had all the copies of Scientific European magazine, for the previous year on it, for free. He had read that scientific information would become much easier and cheaper to obtain in the near future, but until now he had always come across obstacles in his path, when he had tried to research something. The full magazine article was always abbreviated or just cut off, omitting the end, while searching the internet, produced an enormous amount of uncorroborated entries, which he was obliged to sift through, to find an answer to his problems.
As soon as Bert got home, he started up his computer and inserted his disc into its drive. There was far more science that he could take in, in just one afternoon. He quickly became immersed in a world of knowledge and discovery, which he had loved all his life. For the next few days, it was his main pastime. He would log on and read the most interesting articles from each magazine, and then muse about the implications of what he had read. They covered a vast range of topics, astronomy, physics, geology, evolution, the list was endless.
Some of the topics however, he refused to look at. Some of the problems in astronomy and physics for example, had been unsolved for twenty years or more, and each article, he had read in that time, on those particular topics, had incorporated a slightly different slant on the problem, but they had always ended the same, by saying that the sums did not quite add up, and there was yet more work to be done in this field.
Bert had long since become bored stiff with the dark matter problem, and with quantum mechanics, for example, but reading his DVD of magazines made them impossible to ignore.
Eventually the bubble must have burst, and a message started to come through. It concerned Dark Matter. Bert baulked at the very thought of it. He tried to resist. He tried to pass a message back, to whoever was sending the communication to him, that this subject would be too difficult for him to follow, it would not fit inside his head, but the reply came back saying “it just does”. Bert felt his resistance to the message reduce to nothing, and quickly disappear. The thoughts that came through, felt like they were his own, it was as if he was solving one of the great problems of the 21st century, him self.
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Also known as Cardiff Astronomy Society Science Jam (Cassjam Theory)
When we consider an atom, we think back to our school days, and imagine a nucleus of protons and neutrons. The protons are positively charged, and if two protons came close together, they would repel each other, because like terms repel.
The neutrons are also like terms, and if two neutrons come close together they should also repel each other, because again, like terms repel. Neutrons can be considered to have a neutral potential, which will attract the protons, because different charges attract.
It can therefore be imagined that the neutrons at the centre of an atom are repelling each other, and are only held in check by their attraction to the proton.
When we consider an electron, we know that it has a negative charge and as such, should be attracted to the proton and to the neutrons in the nucleus, as opposite or different charges attract.
The only way that the negatively charged electron could orbit the nucleus indefinitely, is if it had also collided with two neutral particles, and then they had collided with the proton and its neutrons.
The electron would be attracted to the proton, but the neutrally charged particles would repel each other. Eventually the electron, neutral particle group would take up a virtually frictionless orbit about the nucleus, in a state of matter we now call Hydrogen.
If a nucleus of more than one proton is encountered, because of the neutral particles, and the electron particles, repulsion for each other, there would be a maximum amount of electron neutral particle groups able to orbit the nucleus at the discrete distances where the repulsion attraction balance is achieved. The neutral particles and the negative particles repulsion for each other would force the electron neutral particle groups to orbit the nucleus in layers called shells.
So when most people think of an atom, they think of something that looks like the diagram below.
Dark Matter Hydrogen
But when we try to observe an atom through an electron Microscope, we see something similar to the diagram seen below
The Delusion of Matter
The scale of the parts that make up an atom can be likened to tennis balls in a tennis court. With the whole of the atom, being the size of a tennis court, and the individual parts that make up that atom, the protons, the neutrons, and the electrons, being approximately the scale of a tennis ball, in that tennis court.
There is therefore a problem, when we consider, what the electron microscope is actually seeing, when it images an atom. As it appears that the whole of the atom is visible.
It is concluded that for the microscope to image a solid structure of the same size as the whole of the atom, the outer most electron would have to be travelling at a very great speed. This speed should be considered to be a large part of the speed of light. It is so fast in fact, that when it is viewed travelling in its miniscule orbit, the electron creates the delusion of a solid atom.
The outermost electron can be considered for all intensive purposes to be at all places on its orbit at once. This delusion is not confined to visual aspects. The quickly spinning outer electron would also cause the delusion, that the atom occupies the whole of this space. If for example, you or any other object touched it, the whole of the space occupied by the atom would act like a solid. This is called the delusion of matter. It is what you and I are made of.
The extremely cold temperature, at which all the parts of an atom become stationary, is called absolute zero, or zero degrees Kelvin. Absolute zero can be regarded as a complete absence of heat, which can be defined as the temperature that electrons, protons and neutrons stop moving inside the atom. Zero degrees Kelvin corresponds to -273.15 Celsius.
As an electron becomes close to absolute zero, the outermost electron, which is the electron with least heat, should stop moving first.
An atom close to absolute zero
When an atom attains absolute zero degrees in temperature, it should resemble the dark matter diagram above, but its true scale would make it considerably more spread out than the diagram. It should by its nature, of being a very diffuse structure, become very nearly invisible, when compared to an atom that appears to occupy the whole of its electrons orbit. Even this level of visibility is transient however, as eventually the cold will stop the particles that make up the electrons, the protons, and the neutrons from moving, and they will undergo the same dramatic change in visibility as had previously been explained for the whole atom.
As the temperature drops closer to absolute zero, each one of the atoms neutral, electron particle sets should slow down, become visible and then disappear as the particles that make up the neutral, electron particles sets also cease moving. The atom should reveal its secrets one layer at a time until the nucleus is revealed.
If we were to stop Time, it would have the same effect as freezing the constituent parts of an atom, at absolute zero degrees of temperature. The electrons, protons and the neutrons should stop moving, and the atom should become nearly invisible. This is known as the Philadelphia effect, after the experiment in which the U.S. destroyer escort, USS Eldridge was rendered invisible to human observers for a brief period of time, in October 1943, at the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard.
The Philadelphia effect
All parts of the atom in this diagram are unmoving, because time has stopped.
Please note that the original Philadelphia Experiment was not concerned with reducing the temperature of an atom to absolute zero, or in stopping time. It was in fact concerned with utilizing the unproven Unified Field Theory, to warp space, with giant electromagnetic coils, in order to bend visible light around a ship, thereby rendering it invisible to the human eye.
It is important to realise that when an atom is at 0 degrees Kelvin. :-
All elements should offer no resistance to electricity.
All substances should become invisible.
It should be possible to shove one atom into, or through, the space occupied by another atom.
Bert sat back in his chair. “Wow! Cor-blimey! Where did that come from?” he thought. The whole theory had flooded through his mind in less than 3 hours. He spent the next couple of days wondering why God had sent him such a message.
The conclusion he came to was nearly as amazing as the “it just does theory”. We have won. Cronos had been defeated. We now controlled time. Majorca was free. The whole world was free. The forces of evil had lost control of time. That meant that they could now be defeated. We could now attain victory. Justice could now exist in this world. Cronos was time, and he has been defeated. The war at the end of time could now start. Bert Debarge was delirious with the message he had deciphered.
He realised that God had been sending the message in an uncomplicated manner, and that things would prove to be far more complex than that in the long run. But Bert had heard the message, and he had understood it.
He also realised that this message would not have been sent out just to him, it would have been sent to all operatives. God was telling them what to pray for:-.
They could now become invisible with Gods permission.
They could now walk through walls, if God wills it.
The powers that had once been considered the property of the forces of evil, and which had scared mankind for centuries, now belonged to the good guys. Bert was 42 and his superhuman powers had finally arrived. God had told him about them for a reason. The adventure was about to start, he could not wait, in fact he would go looking for trouble. He would become a Hunter.
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