Soren & Edmund : The Monster Under My Bed

The Monster Under My Bed: Soren & Edmund

 

A sequel of The Monster Under My Bed leaving off from Chapter 21

 

Read it or I’m sure you won’t understand very much in this story

 

Italic’s-Anything Non-English

 

Bold and Italics- Telepathic

 

Beta’d by Kkpodesky

 

Cycle=396 earth days Revolution=26 earth hours

 

Word Count:3707

 

Previously

Hezpour showed me a hammock in the back yard and I felt overwhelming happiness. I went to sleep watching the swaying of the trees, and listening to the rustle of leaves. Never before had I felt as free.

 

Chapter 10

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The next morning Brett made us all a delicious breakfast. There were lime colored sticks that burst in my mouth with a sour juice. Squares that were hard and tasted earthy yet meaty. Perhaps it was a cousin to mushrooms? There were chips that were bright orange and tasted a little like strawberries. Lastly there was a creamy purple mixture that was spooned into bowls, maybe an alien yogurt. It was served with an ambrosia like liquid in an edible pouch. My brother sure out did himself. I would have to remember this meal for the rest of my life.

 

As we talked over our meal I noticed the atmosphere of those around me. There was so much love at this table that it was apparent with every gesture, every touch, every smile. I began to wonder what it would have been like to grow up with Brett as a brother. 

 

 What if we had been left at the orphanage together? Would we have been separated or would he have fought tooth and nail to stay by my side? Would my parents have strived to find the money so both of us could grow up together? Would my whole life have been different just from his presence in it? No painful heart problems, or loneliness. I wondered what my parents would have thought about him. I knew that he would have been a good brother. 

 

  I shared a fantasy of both of us as children. He would smile a million watt smile at me. Holding my hand he would making me feel safe and wanted. He would include me in all his grand adventures; just as a big brother should. We would come home covered in dirt and laugh till our stomachs hurt. I continued to share this day dream and a smile began to grow on my face.

 

 Across from me my brother now took his turn to share his love for me. Then he showed me his dream of us both skipping rocks on a crystal clear lake as children. Birds dove for fish off in the distance. My eyes teared just knowing that our dreams were so close to each other’s greatest wishes. Yes, we could have been happy.

 

Brett created for me some "dream memories" of us fishing, building an imaginary playhouse and even sad memories of us both hiding from his parents. I sent him fantasies of us painting with my parents and my dad reading us a bedtime story. Even Balin got in on the action; showing himself fighting off a bully to protect both of us. I could feel the pride, love and forgiveness from Balin. His acceptance and joy that I was a special part of Brett and himself. And his faith in me as his uncle Soren's mate.

 

Never had I felt so wanted or loved. Everyone at the table was broadcasting so strongly that I could feel a special corner of my soul filling to overflowing. It began to leaking out of my eyes. The happy tears found new paths down my face to the smile etched at the end of their journey. Of course I acted like I just had something in my eye. Allergies, of course.

 

Everyone laughed as I sniffed and wipe the tears from my face.  Brett scurried around trying to make sure everyone had what they needed. A hug for me. A drink for Hezpour. As well as lovingly touching Balin as much as possible. Balin was still wearing his human veneer. I almost wished he would drop the façade, but I knew that it was mainly for my benefit. 

 

Brett and I grew up in a world apart. We might have been twins as far as anyone else was concerned; but the turmoil in his soul was apparent with every word. He was healing but it was clear that he wasn’t quite there yet. They had explained to me that the virus didn’t quite work on him as well as it should. He would always feel things to a greater degree than anyone else. It was his burden to bare, but he had his loved ones. I now included myself as one of them. So I add my strength and feelings into the mix as well. I sent the oneness I felt when I first received the virus in the park. I showed him how we were all connected. I even showed him the love a parent should have for their child. All of these feelings I knew would make him stronger.

 

I knew that I should be angry with Brett for hurting Soren, and for my Soren falling for him in the first place. The virus eased these feelings, making it possible to see the feelings of the people in front of me, instead of only my own pain. It only allowed my love and understanding for my brother to shine through. I was grateful for that. 

 

 I might never have been completely forgiving of him otherwise. I may have always distrusted him and perhaps Soren too if the jealousy had taken hold. Even though I knew that I loved Soren with every fiber of my being, without the virus my emotion might have run unchecked to hurt the ones I now cared most about. I would have died alone before I could have forgiven either of them. I am so grateful that that didn't happen. Forgiving Brett for hurting my beloved became a simple thing with the understanding the virus offered. We were all one. We all felt the love we shared. I truly understood then what the Harmony meant.

 

My heart seized with thoughts of Soren. This was the one time where the virus allowed my thoughts to run rampant. I missed him more now than ever before. A part of me was missing! This new pain was tolerable at best. A few moments spent together and my heart was already stamped with his name. If I even let a hint of Soren into the forefront of my mind my world looked less bright, dull greyed. The food was very good but sometimes it tasted like ash in my mouth and I could barely choke it down. I was running on half thoughts and dreams of Soren just to keep the sorrow at bay. I still longed for Soren with every cell of my body. He was not here but the virus was constantly pulling me in his direction. I wanted to leave as fast as humanly possible and go to his side immediately.

 

 Brett gave me an understanding hug before we left and I watched Peashalen do things to Hezpour that I never wanted to witness again. I hadn’t quite accepted that they were aliens and that I was going to be teleported to some far off world by one of them; but I didn’t fear the idea.

 

“I hope you find Soren and if you do, tell him I am happy for the both of you.” Brett said in parting. Brett had refused to share what had exactly happened between them. He told me it was for Soren to tell me. If he was still alive. I was almost afraid to ever know.

 

Hezpour put on his pack, which resembled my backpack only with a great deal more pockets. I had a few essentials and Brett had given me a food portal. Hezpour held out both his hands to me and I lay my palms flat on his hairy ones. Sure he had seven digits instead of five but it wasn’t that strange. He held on tight and the world began to move around me. I saw specs of light float past, countless stars. I couldn’t breathe. There was blue dome that surrounded us. I wondered what would happen if I let go and fell out of the bubble. I would probably die. I tried to hold on but I realized that I wasn’t really there. I was just vapor and so was Hezpour.

 

My body began to reassimilate. I felt like puking and it took a few moments for the feeling to pass. Hezpour just waited smiling his toothy grin at me. We had landed on an alien world. Nothing really prepares you for orange plants with metallic spots and towering fields of flowers. I could see giants off in the distance. We were but small specks on the surface of this world. Hezpour took a couple of breathes before grabbing my hands again. The feeling was just as unpleasant as before; if not more so because this time I knew I was going to be turned into vapor again.

 

We shifted fourteen times before Hezpour said we had to stay there for the night. He had no more energy and needed to rest. I saw a barren world with no creatures or animals in sight. I guess this was the perfect place to rest, nothing to fear stalking you in the night. There was just hard ground as far as the eye could see. This world had four suns and they set at the same time but two of them rose every three days. Its atmosphere was safe for humanoids and Hezpour assured me the virus would protect me against any foreign bacterium or matter.

 

The constant shifting had taken a lot out of both of us. Hezpour used his food portal to make us some food. He was not as good with it as my brother, but that didn't seem to matter. The food was pretty tasteless, but we both were so ravenous it went down quickly. I began to think of Soren the second my mind wasn't occupied with my stomach.

 

“Hezpour, how many more stops until we get to Soren?” I asked hoping we were almost there. The pull to Soren was becoming stronger. I think if my stomach wasn't on my mind so much I would have gone crazy with thoughts of my Soren. I guess something can be said for motion sickness. Or is it space sickness? Can there even be such a thing? It wasn’t even as if my stomach was really there when in transit. Whichever it was the constant feeling of my matter shifting and disassembling was becoming more and more disconcerting.

 

“Not long now. Maybe five hops depending on how far I can go. I am not a great teleporter. To find my Peashalen, it took me a month of hopping world to world. Balin could have taken you straight there, but he is grounded. He's not allowed to leave Earth for the moment.”

 

Time apparently flowed differently when you were in transit. What I thought was mere minutes had actually been hours. My body let this fact be known. Embarrassing as it was I had to take care of things behind a boulder. The fact that I was more than likely the first human to ever relieve themselves on this planet amused me greatly and helped my anxiety subside before Hezpour could witness my humiliation.

 

We used our packs as pillows and fell into a deep sleep underneath a beautiful sky, filled with a billion stars.

 

 I woke up to intense anger and hatred. These feelings washed against my shields as if the gentlest of waves. The disturbing feelings were trying to penetrate into my mind, trying to test my control. But my shields were not weak. They would not be broken, especially not by their pathetic attempt at entry. Hatred, fear, denial and loathing were all coming at me; at the center a core of calm logic. Inside they were emotionless, apathetic.

 

 I opened my eyes to see Hezpour, in shackles standing between two silver beings. His head was drooped slightly forward. If the feelings bouncing off my shields didn't clued me in; the sight of three more silver beings standing above of me, would have. It didn’t take a genius to realize we were in trouble. They were pointing what looked like weapons at my chest. Their skin glistened in the morning light of two suns. The blues and reds of the sun rise bounced off their skin making them look even more freighting. For the first time in a long while, I felt my insides seize with fear. I felt my blood pressure rise and my heart hammered against my ribs at a fast and punishing pace. It took but a moment for the virus to adjust. 

 

 As calm settled over me once again I realized something. These beings were trying to break into my mind. That's what had woken me. Not the feelings of hate, but the strange pressure that I felt as they all tried to get in at once. It was as if a trickle of water though, almost unnoticeable except for the feeling of something being off.

 

 It was a useless effort on their part. My shields were not weak, no cracks, there were no holes. I had learned long ago not to fight the negative feelings attacking me. I learned to use them instead. My shield was completely made up of all the fear, pain, anger, and hurt my brother had been sending me for years. Every day of Brett’s unhappiness created a new layer on top of the old layers. Like an expert weaver I had threaded all those feelings into diamond threaded nets. Each net threaded with pain placed on top of the last in order to catch anything that was sent my way.  The nets flowed like the gentlest of silks, but were rigid in their purpose.

 

I had not realized until the virus infected me exactly how much control I had over them. It came naturally. I manipulated them and they followed my will. Before I had just absorbed all feelings coming my way, because the majority of them were negative. Now, sifting through the feelings became a game of organization to me. Good feelings were allowed to pass through, bad were sent to create more nets. The only fault to my little design was that I had to go through everything myself, that's where I had failed so long ago. The week I cut too deep, made me realize it took too much time to sift through everything. I had been overwhelmed simply by the amount of pain sent my way. I hadn't even realized everything was piling up. The process now was automatic. It had taken a few days to perfect the process, but now my mind was impenetrable. I hadn’t survived Brett’s onslaught for nothing. 

 

 They screeched and warbled out in frustration. I allowed them to send a couple of packets; just to see what they wanted. The information they sent our way was unintelligible to me, which meant that Hezpour couldn’t understand it either. He had sent me all his language packets the night before. I also understood that the virus would translate most things on its own, so there was no reason for us not to understand them.

 

Then it occurred to me, that these beings might not have the virus. I quickly messaged Hezpour with my thoughts. He agreed but told me to keep it to myself, as they could read his every thought.

 

“Warble. CLICK. Warble… YEFLING. Hexpleranga .” A sixth silver being said to me as he walked up. I looked at him with glazed eyes hoping he'd figured out I had no clue what was going on. The being glared with fiery eyes and gashed his silvery razor teeth at me.

 

 Once again, fear consumed me, until it was pushed back completely by the virus. I had long ago accepted death, whenever it should come, but now I longed for Soren. For the first time in my life I was truly afraid to die. But the virus took that away from me too. It made me calm as I facing my death. I no longer feared for myself, but for Soren. Was he dead? If he was alive would he even know I was gone? Would that knowledge send him to his death? Would he find me in the afterlife? Did he believe in an afterlife? Was there even an afterlife?

 

I had finally given myself hope of being with my mate, my Soren and now the hope was shattering inside me. I wasn’t a fighter. I never had been. I could barely breathe most of the time much less fight battles. I had been weak most of my life, but I had a feeling that against these chiseled silver beings the strongest of humans would be no match.

 

The silver being continued to stare at me, obviously expecting an answer. Well here goes nothing. If he wanted an answer, I'd give him one. Not like he’d understand me anyways

 

“I’m sorry but as a newly infected human I don’t know what you are saying.” Then I did the universal sign for talking and shook my head no. Who knew if these beings even used gestures?

They began to chatter back and forth between each other. Then there was yelling. The largest amongst them began to shove the smaller beings around as the warbles got louder. Perhaps they would fight until they took each other out, then I wouldn’t have to do anything. That thought was comforting.

 

It's funny the things you think about when facing your death head on. I wished they had waited until after breakfast, I was starving. Maybe they could wait so I could take care of my necessary bodily functions too. I wished the suns weren’t so bright. It was strange that one was red and one was blue. You wouldn't think they would be so hot. 

 

 As I fallowed the suns progress through the sky; I noticed how they reflected off the silver beings. It made huge rainbow prisms all over the ground as if the light was passing through a crystal or a water drop. Even on an alien world there were things that reminded me of Earth, of home. Perhaps some things were the same no matter where you were.

 

Finally the silver beings seemed to come to an agreement. One of the medium sized beings started to talk hesitantly. It sounded like a different language and I couldn’t understand it. There was more yelling as I shook my head negatively again. Then another one tried a long string of words.

 

“ ULULU OEORAGE JEAHGAHA Atlantis.” Atlantis sounded familiar. I shook my head positively and repeated the word "Atlantis". When they all got wicked grins on their faces I tried to shrink away. Perhaps I shouldn’t have said that.

 

“No.” Hezpour yelled.

 

 A sphere landed near us, knocking up a dust cloud. It was clearly a space shuttle.  I was firmly escorted by the silver beings to opening of the spacecraft. As I walked I made sure I still had my backpack in my hands. While I was carefully lifted into the ship I took the chance to look back and saw that Hezpour was lying on the ground, knocked unconscious. I also could no longer reach out to him with my mind. This didn't disturb me as much as it should have. The virus urged me not to fight back as they were not harming me. The sphere wasn’t very large, just large enough for all the silver beings to sit, and for me to be placed on the floor. 

 

Logically I knew I should be fighting and trying hard run away, but the need was dampened down to almost nothing. Just enough to know what I should be doing but not the will to do it. Instead I began to study them. They were a few feet taller than humans. With blocky shapes and chiseled muscles, they wore no coverings and had bipedal forms with two legs and two arms. They each had asymmetrical features on what was clearly their face. If the virus hadn’t been working its magic on me I would have been horrified and disgusted by everything, but I was just calm.

 

The biggest one leaned some sort of appendage to my face and covered my nose and mouth. It must have been what he considered his arm. I didn’t want to entertain the thought of it being anything else. That didn't matter so much when a gelatinous substance came out of it and filled my mouth and nose.

 

Before panic could set in my world began to fade around me. Is this was how I was going to die? What a way to go.

 

End of Chapter 10

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