RobertScorpio
Pariah
The Fly
With two special cameos!!!
Two men sit on a bench near a tree. A large Tudor style house can be seen in the near distance.
The horror of what they had just witnessed chilled them to the bone. Even though they were grown men, a scientist one, a police investigator the other, neither had seen anything quite like what they had just seen.
François Delambre was a scientist in his own rights. When his nephew, Andre, had told him about a new invention of his, Francois just couldn’t believe it. It was unfathomable to believe that a man could teleport himself from one place to another.
But life always had a strange way to change what someone wanted into something they would soon regret. As Francois went over the events in his mind of the past half hour, Inspector Nathan Charas, his old dear friend, spoke.
“It was a creation of the Devil himself.” Charas said in a soft tone, still not believing it was true, what he saw. He patted his own pants and then slid his hand into his right front pocket and reached for something inside his pocket.
Francois nodded his head in agreement. “Nathan,” Francois began, “I have seen many strange things in my life, both joyful and queer. In your safe world of cold facts and unyielding structure can you not allow the possibility that such things that we have witnessed to day are possible outside the universal battle of good and evil?”
Charas chuckled, “No, Francois, I can not. Your science has done very little to change the life of man. Oh,” Charas added as he covered the tobacco lined pipe crown he had just slid into his mouth, and attempted to light. Delambre struck a match and helped his old friend, “thanks.” Charas said as he took in some of the cool tasting taste of the pipe. “Anyway, your science has created cars, radios, and other technical marvels, to be sure. But man is still the same, and still driven by the wants and needs of the material world.”
“Is that how you explain what we just saw?” Francois came back with, with a smile. “What Andre tried to do, to create a device that would allow instant travel to any point in our world, would have changed the world as we know it.”
Charas nodded in agreement. “Yes, it would have. But again, it would not have change the very fabric of man, well, unless you are talking about the horrible mistake he made. That will be the image you and I take away from this day. Not the image of device that could allow instant travel through the world, but a device that could create a new and better man by splicing his DNA with that of another living being, or God forbid another animal species.”
Francois arched an eyebrow. His old friend Charas was right. Francois’s nephew,Andre, in the end, had created something more incredible than his intended creation.
“And let us be certain,” Charas continued, “we are not even sure what happened to your nephew. The thing we just killed in there, the man with a fly’s head, was not your nephew at all. The accident switched your nephew’s head, and right arm, with that of a fly.”
“But don’t forget,” Francois said quickly, “Helene remembered seeing a fly buzzing about the house with a tiny white head on it. I maintain that the fly she saw was indeed my nephew. Lord knows what happened to him after she saw him earlier today.”
“Hopefully he died a quick death, unlike the creature we killed in the lab.” Charas said softly.
Francois reached into his jacket and pulled out a small bottle with some kind of alcoholic liquid inside of it. He took a couple swigs and then handed the bottle to Charas.
“I can’t,” Charas said with a shrug, “I’m on duty.”
“Fuck duty,” Francois said with a soft laugh, “you’re helping to comfort an old friend in his time of need.”
Charas reached for the bottle when suddenly he heard a strange noise. It was very faint, and sounded like the whistle of a tea-kettle, though only briefly.
“Did you hear that?” Charas asked Francois.
“Did I hear what?” Francois asked.
Then Charas heard it again. “Sounds like a high pitched whine.”
Francois nodded. “Yes, I do hear that. It almost sounds like a small child crying somewhere in the distance.”
They both turned to look behind the bench, in the direction of the sound, and then they saw it. A large spider web had been spun between the trunk of the tree and a row of bushes near by. The whining sound was coming from the spider web.
Francois, always the scientist that he was, took out the magnifying glass he always kept at the ready in one of his pockets. He held it over the center of the web and the two men, told old friends even, stared in shock at what they saw.
Two flies had been caught in the web of the spider. The two flies were struggling to get free, one of them actually was close to flying off. The normal looking fly looked up at the magnifying glass and at the large set of eyes that stared down at it, and the stuck fly right next to it.
The freed fly yelled at the two men, “You sick twisted fucks!” And suddenly that fly, named Wazzo, flew off and out of sight.
The other fly was still stuck to the web. It tried its hardest to get free from the web. But one of its arms was that of a human, and its head was that of Andre Delambre, Francois’s nephew!
Then, as the two men looked closer at the strange sight, the tiny fly began to scream in fear as a large spider, no doubt the very one that has created the web, was preparing to devour its prey.
“Help me!” The tone of the voice was very high, and barely able to be heard, but then the tiny fly repeated its plea as it looked up at the magnifying glass that was witnessing the coming even, “Help me uncle Andre!! Help me”
“Maybe we should save it!!” Charas said as he prepared to go into action.
Suddenly a voice spoke from behind them, from the side walk that passed in front of the bench.
“That’s no way to live,” James T Kirk says to them.
The spider was about to gash the tiny fly’s head with a pincher when suddenly a beam of energy incinerated the web.
“Oh, and one other thing,” Kirk said as he began to be beamed away, “Transporter technology will go along way to help the betterment of society.”
Francois and Charas sat in disbelief.
“Who was that man?” Charas asked.
“I don’t know,” Francois said as he looked back at the burned remnants of the web. “But he was right. That was no way for Andre to have lived.”
The two men nodded in agreement and the day..went on.
With two special cameos!!!
Two men sit on a bench near a tree. A large Tudor style house can be seen in the near distance.
The horror of what they had just witnessed chilled them to the bone. Even though they were grown men, a scientist one, a police investigator the other, neither had seen anything quite like what they had just seen.
François Delambre was a scientist in his own rights. When his nephew, Andre, had told him about a new invention of his, Francois just couldn’t believe it. It was unfathomable to believe that a man could teleport himself from one place to another.
But life always had a strange way to change what someone wanted into something they would soon regret. As Francois went over the events in his mind of the past half hour, Inspector Nathan Charas, his old dear friend, spoke.
“It was a creation of the Devil himself.” Charas said in a soft tone, still not believing it was true, what he saw. He patted his own pants and then slid his hand into his right front pocket and reached for something inside his pocket.
Francois nodded his head in agreement. “Nathan,” Francois began, “I have seen many strange things in my life, both joyful and queer. In your safe world of cold facts and unyielding structure can you not allow the possibility that such things that we have witnessed to day are possible outside the universal battle of good and evil?”
Charas chuckled, “No, Francois, I can not. Your science has done very little to change the life of man. Oh,” Charas added as he covered the tobacco lined pipe crown he had just slid into his mouth, and attempted to light. Delambre struck a match and helped his old friend, “thanks.” Charas said as he took in some of the cool tasting taste of the pipe. “Anyway, your science has created cars, radios, and other technical marvels, to be sure. But man is still the same, and still driven by the wants and needs of the material world.”
“Is that how you explain what we just saw?” Francois came back with, with a smile. “What Andre tried to do, to create a device that would allow instant travel to any point in our world, would have changed the world as we know it.”
Charas nodded in agreement. “Yes, it would have. But again, it would not have change the very fabric of man, well, unless you are talking about the horrible mistake he made. That will be the image you and I take away from this day. Not the image of device that could allow instant travel through the world, but a device that could create a new and better man by splicing his DNA with that of another living being, or God forbid another animal species.”
Francois arched an eyebrow. His old friend Charas was right. Francois’s nephew,Andre, in the end, had created something more incredible than his intended creation.
“And let us be certain,” Charas continued, “we are not even sure what happened to your nephew. The thing we just killed in there, the man with a fly’s head, was not your nephew at all. The accident switched your nephew’s head, and right arm, with that of a fly.”
“But don’t forget,” Francois said quickly, “Helene remembered seeing a fly buzzing about the house with a tiny white head on it. I maintain that the fly she saw was indeed my nephew. Lord knows what happened to him after she saw him earlier today.”
“Hopefully he died a quick death, unlike the creature we killed in the lab.” Charas said softly.
Francois reached into his jacket and pulled out a small bottle with some kind of alcoholic liquid inside of it. He took a couple swigs and then handed the bottle to Charas.
“I can’t,” Charas said with a shrug, “I’m on duty.”
“Fuck duty,” Francois said with a soft laugh, “you’re helping to comfort an old friend in his time of need.”
Charas reached for the bottle when suddenly he heard a strange noise. It was very faint, and sounded like the whistle of a tea-kettle, though only briefly.
“Did you hear that?” Charas asked Francois.
“Did I hear what?” Francois asked.
Then Charas heard it again. “Sounds like a high pitched whine.”
Francois nodded. “Yes, I do hear that. It almost sounds like a small child crying somewhere in the distance.”
They both turned to look behind the bench, in the direction of the sound, and then they saw it. A large spider web had been spun between the trunk of the tree and a row of bushes near by. The whining sound was coming from the spider web.
Francois, always the scientist that he was, took out the magnifying glass he always kept at the ready in one of his pockets. He held it over the center of the web and the two men, told old friends even, stared in shock at what they saw.
Two flies had been caught in the web of the spider. The two flies were struggling to get free, one of them actually was close to flying off. The normal looking fly looked up at the magnifying glass and at the large set of eyes that stared down at it, and the stuck fly right next to it.
The freed fly yelled at the two men, “You sick twisted fucks!” And suddenly that fly, named Wazzo, flew off and out of sight.
The other fly was still stuck to the web. It tried its hardest to get free from the web. But one of its arms was that of a human, and its head was that of Andre Delambre, Francois’s nephew!
Then, as the two men looked closer at the strange sight, the tiny fly began to scream in fear as a large spider, no doubt the very one that has created the web, was preparing to devour its prey.
“Help me!” The tone of the voice was very high, and barely able to be heard, but then the tiny fly repeated its plea as it looked up at the magnifying glass that was witnessing the coming even, “Help me uncle Andre!! Help me”
“Maybe we should save it!!” Charas said as he prepared to go into action.
Suddenly a voice spoke from behind them, from the side walk that passed in front of the bench.
“That’s no way to live,” James T Kirk says to them.
The spider was about to gash the tiny fly’s head with a pincher when suddenly a beam of energy incinerated the web.
“Oh, and one other thing,” Kirk said as he began to be beamed away, “Transporter technology will go along way to help the betterment of society.”
Francois and Charas sat in disbelief.
“Who was that man?” Charas asked.
“I don’t know,” Francois said as he looked back at the burned remnants of the web. “But he was right. That was no way for Andre to have lived.”
The two men nodded in agreement and the day..went on.
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