Psyren’s Redemption | Ch 6 Pt 3

Psyren's Redemption | Ch 6 Pt 2
Psyren's Redemption | Ch 7

AEGIS Agent Amelia Van den Broeke appears on scene to witness the wreckage caused by fight between individuals with extraordinary abilities. There she finds Everett Howard, an ordinary old man, unconscious, the only living witness to this attack. What follows will change both of their lives in ways neither could have ever foreseen and forever intertwine their fates.

Author's Note

Well, it looks like another cliffhanger. I hope it’s some small consolation that this happens to be a longer part.

Official Report
February 15, 2016
County General Hospital
New Hebron, California

Amelia gasped gripping the sides of her head as her regular senses took hold again after the vision had faded away.

“What can you tell me Agent Van den Broeck?”

She looked up at the Chief Special Agent, blinked the lingering haze from her eyes and shook her my head.

“I-I’m not sure. There was that creature. Had a lot of eyes. It bashed through the door a-and there was the woman. A technician. One of ours. She spoke to me, sir.” Sometimes it was difficult to form full sentences after a vision, but this was worse than usual.

“Agent?” Matthews cocked an eyebrow and traced his hand over the bottom button on his suit jacket.

“It happened again, sir. Someone in the vision directly addressed me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m certain, sir.”

“I’m not sure it was a good idea letting you have another crack at this agent. This is obviously having a detrimental effect on you.”

She shook her head and glanced back down at Frank’s corpse. “We still don’t know enough. If I can go back in, I might better understand their motives.”

Matthews nodded. “Proceed Agent.”

Amelia leaned over and gripped the edges of Frank’s lab coat. The world shifted and contorted losing all of its resolution, before new images filled her mind. As before they were muddied and distorted, but they soon stabilized becoming just as clear and brilliant as if Amelia had truly been there.

The agent craned her neck around looking for Ashtar, but she was nowhere in sight, until she turned around and found the other woman standing behind her.

“Welcome back, agent,” Ashtar whispered in the Amelia’s ear as she strode past.

Amelia gasped, the images twisting and turning as her stomach heaved. She collapsed to her knees, the edges of her vision began to blur and she blinked fighting to keep hold of the viewing. It stabilized and she looked up to see the strange woman staring down at her. “You’re more resilient than I had thought.”

Amelida messaged her temple and stood on her feet. She moved toward Chemosh, but stopped dead in her tracks when she heard a voice whispering her name.


The agent turned her head just in time to watch Ashtar walk past. Her hand brushed Amelia’s cheek and she took a step back when she felt the other woman’s smooth flesh make contact with hers. It should have been impossible. Amy had no tangible form within the visions and as such there was no way she could have made physical contact with anyone or any of the things witnessed within. Somehow, that didn’t seem to be a problem for this strange being.

“Watch and listen. I have opened your ears, Agent Van den Broeke, make use of the gift I have bestowed upon you.”

The world spun, twisting and turning just before snapping back into place. The effect, though similar to the ones the agent had experienced before, had a very different outcome. Before, the vision had faded and threatened to disappear, this time, the world became sharper, and more resolute. In the past sound, was always so muddled, but this time she could hear everything from the the buzz of a fly to the subtle variations in tone and resonances of speech.

“Olivia?” Frank stepped out from his hiding place behind the machine. “What’s going on… A-are you a part of this?”

“Olivia, unfortunately—how should put it—isn’t calling the shots anymore,” the woman said a wicked grin stretching across her pale face. “You may call me Chemosh for the few remaining moments that I allow you to live.”

“Release the woman, Chemosh,” Ashtar demanded.

“Release her? Now, now my dearest Ashtar, don’t you remember? This is the only way I can interact with this plane since my banishment from the upper realms. I really am loath to give up a perfectly good host when I go through so very many of them,” Chemosh said rolling up her sleeves revealing a mass of boils and sores that peppered the skin of her arms. “Then again I’ve had control of this Olivia for over a month… there really isn’t anything left of her mind, poor thing.”

For the first time, the bold and confident Ashtar looked uncertain. She bit her lip, gritted her teeth then bounded across the room toward Chemosh who leapt aside and thrust her hand inside of her jacket and produced an icy blue flat disc which she held out in his open palm. Ashtar’s eyes grew wide and she lurched sideways as the object zoomed through the open air toward her. Despite her efforts it struck her in the arm and she dropped to the ground with a loud scream clutching at her wounded appendage.

Amelia lurched forward ready to intervene, but stopped mid-step realizing that there was nothing she could do. The events she was witnessing had already come to pass. Never had her viewing ever been so vivid, nor had she ever interacted with people within the vision. Was it any wonder she’d forgotten herself, if even for a few brief seconds?

Chemosh loomed over Ashtar then knelt down and clenched her chin in her hands. “You know what that was, don’t you, wife dearest? It was a Stone of Cold Fire and it will consume your insides until there is nothing of you left but a big brick of ice. It will be a agonizingly painful and slow death, but it is the least you deserve. It’s a pity I only had the one I would have liked to have used it on my dear, dear brother. Farewell now, Ashtar I really would like to stay and watch you die, but alas I haven’t the time.”

She rose and stepped up to the massive machine, which took up nearly half the room by itself. It’s circular base was nearly twenty feet in diameter and around the perimeter were seven evenly dispersed arched pylons which ended a few feet from the pair of crossed arches that rose nearly twelve feet high at the dead center of the device. The material it was made from, was like nothing found on earth, had a brilliant silvery bright hew and gleamed as if it were freshly cast metal.

Chemosh moved around the device, touching three seemingly random arms before stopping at a fourth where a small screen had appeared. He tapped his fingers against it then the whole room started to quake and vibrate which was accompanied by a loud mechanical groan as the machine began to fold in on itself. Portions of the device, which didn’t seem to be malleable, bent and folded in on themselves. The metal groaned then the pieces snapped and contorted even more and were a fraction of their original size. It took several minutes for the process to complete and when it finally did the gateway had been condensed into a perfect cube, about four feet on each side.

“Now dear, Ashtar,” Chemosh said slamming a slender fist into Frank’s chest. Her arm ripped straight through his body and back out again leaving a gaping hole where his heart had once been. He collapsed to the ground, dead, and she held his heart up in front of her face. Chemosh had a hungry look in her eyes, and for a moment, the agent was convinced she would take a bite out of it, but instead she tossed it over her shoulder. “It’s time for me to leave, but not before I take another host. You see, you’ve helped convince me it’s time for Olivia and I to part ways. The poor thing has been getting quite lethargic and honestly this body of hers had seen far too much milage even before I had taken control of it. I suppose I could keep her for a while yet, but what’s the point when it’s so easy to take a new body?”

“Henry is it?” She asked pouncing on he remaining scientist before he was able to flee. She grabbed him by the wrist and forced him down so that he was kneeling in front of her. “This won’t hurt. Now, who am I kidding? It’ll be excruciating.”

“Stop!” Ashtar screamed struggling to her feet and staggering toward the Chemosh and her prisoner, but she was too late.

A dark mist coalesced around the Chemosh’s body, then like ink dropped into water it crept through the air toward Henry. He tried to break free, but his captor maintained her grip. Then the mist was upon him and darkness overwhelmed him. The woman collapsed and Henry rose, scowling at the woman’s crumpled form just before his twisted at an unnatural angle and smiled at Ashtar.

“So very wasteful. Goodbye, Ashtar. I wish I could say it has been a pleasure, but honestly we’d both know I would be lying. Come Garos” He commanded glancing over at his gargantuan companion. “We have places go and people to kill.”

The giant lumbered across the chamber and scooped up the massive block nestling it in its arms as if it were an infant then smashed a hole through the exterior wall leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Chemosh, glanced back at Ashtar who was struggling with no success to get back onto her feet. He laughed, then leapt out the hole his associate had made and departed into the darkness of the night.

“NO!” Ashtar screamed, lurching suddenly and violently back onto her feet. She was dying, but, if her defiant scream was any indication she wasn’t prepared to go down without a fight. Amelia watched her zoom out the opening before the vision shattered and she slipped back into the present world.


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