Uriel
Here,
First, I
want to give my condolences to the families of my fallen men, and that I take
full responsibility for their deaths. I want to make sure to you that my men
were like my own brothers and sisters since we trained, grew up and fought
together. If someone must feel horrible because of their departure that should
be me, since now I feel lost without them.
I was
ordered to post the report of the atentado, deal I don't agree at all.
Pardon me
if I can’t have an exact hour for each affair, since for me Those 4 hours were
like an eternity. This text may not be a formal report at all, but at least it
is somehow reliable.
The next
event took place in January 5, between the 2300 hours and the 0300 hours of the
next day:
It was one
hour for midnight, my team of 15 men and women were making guard at the Sodoma
base, as any other night.
Sodoma was
a provisional base that was scheduled for demolition during the last week, so
since we were recently graduated from the 'condicionamiento' a special
permission was given to us to stay here (Every mayor knight watch for their own
bases construction and demolition, and at the moment I DON'T REALLY
HAVE THAT MONEY TO START WITH A NEW BASE*).
Rumors
between our ranks were told about a massive attack that was coming (mainly
because my investigations about what happened a year ago in the blogosphere),
and naturally all the men were pretty tense because of it. Our task was to
protect this point while the other mayor knights and their teams protected
their own bases more in what could be say "the front line" of this
war. Theoretically, we were in a safe zone, but still we were ordered to keep
an eye open. That night had a nice weather, despite of everything, clear and
fresh.
We never
figured out how they knew our location, or even the existence of a fourth base.
We were
just taking patrol around the base when everything began.
I can
still remember that sound. I´m not sure why, but I just can’t forgive that
sound, or the fear it brought to me. We were just executing our rolls when
suddenly a distant echo freaked us out. Something like an airplane´s engine,
but not the same, more like the sound the wind makes between the
mountains. Which by the way it is curious; we are at a low area. A
wind flute, maybe? No, more like a rusty trumpet, but deeper, like echoing in the
entire valley. Maybe five or seven minutes passed before it stopped.
Then just
silence, but not just the silence from the place, but, from within myself. I
still can’t understand it at all. But for some seconds, I was not there. Yes, I
mean, my body was there, and obviously my perception as well. But,
something.... it was like if something (I?) was missing at the same time.
And for
some seconds I swear, I was able to see myself (watching myself, watching
myself, and watching myself, ∞) from another point of view.
I
immediately vomit after that, getting out of that little trip my (soul?) made.
I still can’t make myself used to the idea. I turned then around and I noticed
that my group was in an even worse state, José was even coughing blood.
Then we
heard a scream.
It was
Fernanda, second in lead of the group; she was in the floor, deliriously
writhing in her own blood stream, one leg from down her knee missing. The
abomination is here!, I thought in surprise, or that WAS what I
thought then. No, the Abomination showed up that night, yes, but not yet.
This time,
we meet up with another threat.
When I turn
my view in search of the Abomination, I saw something that I was not expecting
to see. A tall man (1.90 mtrs), wearing an old red-wine color hooded robe, a
gold belt in his waist, barefooted, with feet as deformed as of a field worker,
and a quite unique knife in his hand. It was hard to see his face in the dark,
but because of the moonlight I was able to see his eyes clearly.
Shining,
in the dark, two yellow colored eyes.
We both
stared at each other for a second, and I, .., this is quite-... how to explain
it? .
Have you
ever seen a wild wolf to the eyes? That bloodlust you can almost feel hitting
your face. Something like that. I petrified towards the idea of a unavoidable
threat. Then, while still in that trance, this man started to walk slowly (more
like limping) towards me, saying something in a language I didn’t understand
(It was Cucapá, maybe Nahuatl? I don’t know, I´m not a translator). But
apparently a partner did. Israel, our medic, seemed to understand the being,
and just then I understudied that the red man was messing with his head. No!
I won’t! I will never do that! My
comrade screamed. His shouts made me look away from the red man and so I could
noticed that Israel was covering his ears, bleeding from the nose. He just
fainted after some seconds of that grievous
show.
I heard
another Scream, and another, and another, and another. Screams, echoing in the
entire valley, starting from behind me. Screams.
The being,
with a speed that could match a bullet, was dismembering my partners bodies,
without killing them completely, like dancing, almost like an animal, leaving
everyone in the floor, twisting in pain. Blood puddles everywhere, splashing
and dripping everywhere in matter of seconds. His feet, jumping, almost dancing,
flip, flop, almost following the rhythm of the yelling.
I really
tried, I really did, really, but it wasn’t enough. I took
the nearest person hand, Sister Guadalupe, and tried to run the hell out of
there. But as soon as I turned around I felt how the weight of her arm was
suddenly lighter. I quickly turned my head and I was only holding a hand, a
still trembling dismembered hand. I really loose myself by this point, while
the creature kept dancing in blood. Then everything was just chaos inside my head...
It didn’t mattered to me where was up, where was down, right or left, North, or
South, I just turned off my mind and let my body in the ground.
Creo que desarrollé fobia a la sangre en este
punto, inclusive días después todavía me mareo con ver una gota de sangre.
Knocked
out, I was saved by Eduardo and Arturo, my best inquisitors. The next thing I
could recall was that we were inside the base, and that hardly some
elements managed to get away in the vehicles, that the red man disappeared
and that the place was flooding in herejes.
I still
could feel the sensation of my irritated throat because of the vomit, so I guessed
that not many time had passed. These
two survivors informed me that they were trying to reach the communications
room, which was actually my main office (I'm an informatics researcher after
all).
In this
room we usually keep a couple of maps, phones, even coordinates that could mark
out the rest Holy Assembly's bases, so it is of top priority to destroy all the
documents here if the base was being taken.
And so we
struggle with the herejes to get there first. Between our locations
to the communications room were two corridors and a recreation chamber. We at
least encountered with 5 proxys in there, all armed with low caliber pistols,
later we fought against one with a shotgun and an elusive one wielding a knife
right in front my office. It seemed that this last two were enforcing every
door they could find, since the last corridor´s doors were collapsed in the
floor, so we guessed that they were already searching for any information the
base document´s had.
After
killing the one with the shotgun and executing the knife fighter, we found some
weird cloth pieces bound to a necklace they wore. We currently have one of
those necklaces with us; each cloth is full of operators symbols, some of them
already stained in blood from long ago.
A Runner
Chaser, perhaps?
My dizziness
was finally passing out so I retook the leadership. I got into my office
and searched for that sweet wine Rafael once gifted to me in Christmas (Sorry
partner, I didn’t had too much time), and then I spilt it in all the
shelves, documents, boxes and archives I could find, and then I burn all
up with Eduardo's lighter. Then I just destroyed my computer's hard
disk by smashing it with a piece of wood from my desk's foot, God,
photos, videos, all gone. I will sure miss all our stuff in
there..
There was
no time to lose in meaningless stuff, we ran the hell out of there and went
outside. We encountered some more herejes in our way there but we didn’t
need to open fire so suddenly since they were too busy trying to get all our
supplies from the base before the fire in my office consumed the building. We
headed to an old jeep we had parked since a long ago right at the entrance,
once in we started the car directly without the keys. Just then we thought that
we would be able to make it, that everything was going to be ok now. I could
feel how the 3 felt safe as we entered the highway.
Why is everything this way? Why when you finally end
with one problem, a worse one just appears?...
The Abomination appeared in front of us, at
the highway. Short long story: The car flew into the air and landed out of the
road with its wheels turned up. Arturo died because of the impact. Eduardo and
me forced our way out of the car and once outside The Abomination took Eduardo’s
life. Then The Abomination approached to me, stretching one limb. I believed
myself already death.
Then
lights were pointed towards me and The Abomination. It was a reinforcement group
from Miguel’s men who attended one of my men emergency calls, 5 passenger
vehicles and one assault vehicle. Nevermind, we all freeze there, even the
Abomination, no one wanted to provoke. I just crawled towards the nearest
vehicle while everybody was still frozen. Jumped in and commanded the driver to
drive away slowly. The Abomination didn’t pursued us, and the rest of the
convoy followed us. There was no need to reinforce Sodoma base, the place was
already flooded in herejes. And so we left leaving everything behind.
Once
we reached The Holy Assembly’s base, I was informed that my group was dissolved
and that the survivors could retire, if they wished to continue it would be as
independent agents.
That’s
everything. Sorry if I don’t cleared many doubts, but it’s all I can remember.
Grupo del Santo Sepulcro, fue un
honor luchar con ustedes, aunque no fuera por mucho tiempo.
Salve Christe.
