Core Narrative 2

SENSORIUM

I remember a time long ago there was peace, my parents were alive and my twin brother Hiroshi and I laughed played and lived in wonder at the world around us. Although Hiroshi was born autistic, he was highly intelligent I dare say more so than I. Lacking social skills, he often spoke through me choosing to speak on his own only when his spirit willed him to. I on the other hand was the social butterfly. named after my mother Sariah I was the most like her. Fiercely protective of those I loved but yet kind to everyone I encountered. My mother often said we saw the world through rose colored glasses. There was a time when that rang true but sadly our peace is dead. Ripped apart from us at the tender age of 8 it was then we discovered who we truly were, what our parents did and what our role was in this vast universe.

Our parents kept our true purpose hidden, maybe it was to maintain our innocence or maybe they felt we weren’t ready. Whatever the reason that all changed when the mega reactor exploded opening rifts into other dimensions which allowed the eldritch Gods to enter our world. That’s when the nightmares came, the explosion caused the synapsis in our brain to short circuit. Because my parent's synapsis were far more advanced theirs remained intact. Both my brother and I experienced nightmares every night unable to sleep. Our parents watched as we became former shells of ourselves. Desperate they chose to go against everything they believed reaching out to Haster, the eldritch God who feeds off pain and suffering. They knew they would have to pay a price but my parents hoped they could find a way out before the price was paid. Sadly, that was not so. After a year of suffering our parents took us to Haster's temple, there we were sedated, when we woke up our parents were standing before us smiling with joy. We had been upgraded, that night was the first time we slept peacefully. But strange things began to happen I started having visions of the past while my brother began to see into the future. One night I heard my brother crying we were about 14years old and I had never heard my brother so sad. I asked him what’s wrong and he simply started at me with pain in hi eyes and said he’s coming for them. I read the fear in my brother’s eyes and ran to my mom. Mom mom, Hiroshi is scaring me he says Haster is coming for you and daddy. Shocked my mom looked at me with bewilderment. How do you know that name she asked? That’s when I had to tell her about our “gift”. My mom quickly woke my dad and said its time. They started packing the essentials and said don’t worry we’re headed somewhere safe.

We arrived at the Sensorium in Synthasia Proper. My brother and I looked in awe at the cyborg angelic/lion cherubs and the symbol of the Essenes. The symbol had four squares shaped like a diamond and snake heads at the end of each square. Every square contained an ancient Essenes symbol. The gold letters illuminated under the night sky. Although id never been here I felt at peace id hoped that my family and I would finally be safe but our peace was once again short-lived. I tried going to sleep but for someone, reason sleep would not find me. So I went to my brother’s side only to find that he too was awake. We decided to go roam the sensorium walking on our tip toe hoping our parents wouldn’t hear us. We walked past the corridor darkness enveloping us each step we took, suddenly we could see two members of the order walking and talking from a distance. The messiah has spoken we must protect the children at all cost. The older elder spoke first, about 6/3 with long gray hair and upgraded arms and legs he looked nothing like a typical elder. But when he opened his mouth to speak a sense of wisdom seemed to highlight his speech. My child, it’s not our will to intervene what’s to come will come. The younger elder with his piercing eyes seemed disturbed by his statement. Suddenly the older elder looked on towards our very direction, children he said in a calm but strong tone return to your quarters. Without a word, my brother and I scurried back to our quarters still puzzled by what we heard.

Wake up, wake up; my brothers jolted me awake as he frantically shook me. I rarely hear my brother speak outside of my head so I looked at him startled. Screams surrounded the sensorium sending chills up my spin. I grabbed my brother and we rushed to our parent’s room adjacent to ours. A trail of blood could be seen leading up to the bed. My heart sunk, deep down I knew what I would find but hoped I was wrong. Their eyes glazed over, the metal frame exposing the brain synapsis, their mouth agape, lay my parents unmoving. We moved closer to their soulless bodies. Suddenly, one of the elders ran into the room screaming; run children, they’re here!!! My brother and I quickly opened the window, the cold breeze hit us like a ton of bricks, unfazed we jumped onto the grass. I looked back only briefly to see the sensorium overrun by people in ghoulish robes. From a distance I could hear them chanting we must raise Cthulhu, we must raise Kthulhu. Run faster my brother said I hadn’t realized I had slowed down lost in the chant of the followers of the deadliest God in our universe. We ran for what seemed like hours before we finally stopped; we ordered a hover synth car and looked up a hotel. The hotel we chose was near the southern border, further away from the sensorium.

That night I had trouble sleeping, my bother on the other hand fell right to sleep. All night I could hear him mumbling in his sleep. No no no you can’t he’ll destroy us all, Noooooo. I finally decided to wake him, my brother sat up with a determined look plastered on his face. They’ve kidnaped the 7 elders who carry the spirit of the messiah, we have to go save them or they’re going to summon Kthulhu!!!