posted on Aug, 28 2006 @ 02:45 PM
The rain fell onto his face, washing away the dirt of the past half-hour. Slowly he
tried to open his eyes, squinting to keep the water from blurring his vision. Somehow he had ended up back outside in the alley! How? Why? Who had
him here? Panic set in then and he bolted to an upright position, scanning his
surroundings for anything or anyone. Nothing moved, . . except the flames from
the burning house. He turned over on his side, then pushed himself on up to a
standing position. Rain pelted him now. The gray dawn gloom chilled him to the bone. As he glanced from one pile of debris to another, he saw the
for the first time. It lay about ten feet away, face down in a deep puddle. David
sensed that the Master was dead, had been dead for some time. He turned and
walked in the opposite direction.
The four ATS writers watched him slosh through the rain towards them. Yes, even
EARTHTONE was here, alive and well, along with LOST SAILOR, ZANZIBAR, and
CMAN. As David neared them they called out his name, beckoning him over to their
semi-dry shelter under some trees. Everyone felt apprehensive about this meeting,
but no one was scared. They had been through way too much in the last week or so to be scared anymore of their creation. David walked up to the group
stopped abruptly. "I know you guys don't I?" He looked from one to the other.
"Yes David, you do know us", said EARTHTONE matter-of-factly.
"We're your creators!"
David let that sink in for a minute, eyeing them warily the whole time. Finally, he
spoke. "What do you want with me?"
ZANZIBAR responded quickly, "We're here to end it David. End it all."
"What do you mean?", asked David.
"He means", CMAN whispered loudly, "That we created you for a purpose and that
purpose has been fulfilled, and now it's time for you to disappear David, to go away!" "There"s been enough hate and chaos!"
"May I sit down?", David asked as he felt for the edge of the curb. As one, the
writers all said yes, and in fact looked for a place to sit themselves, joining him on
the wet curb. Only the rain made a sound until David cleared his throat and asked
another question. "Why did you kill my Master?"
"We didn't kill the Master, David, he was killed by his creators, the five scientists
in the house", said LOST SAILOR. "Helped along of course by the men in black!"
David looked through the mist at the burning rubble that had once been the house.
"Why did they have to kill him?", David cried.
"Because he was out of control David, way out of control!"
"But he was my creator!", David replied. "My father!"
"No David", said CMAN, "he was not your creator. We created you. We did. We
created you to get at him!" "He was not your father. He was just leftovers from an
earlier experiment gone awry. Leftovers that turned evil David."
"Did you create the Master?"
EARTHTONE looked over at the devasted house and said, "No David, we didn't
create the Master. The five dead scientists in that house over there created him.
They created him for sinister reasons that no longer matter. They created him
with rage and hatred so powerful they lost control of him as soon as his tasks were
accomplished, and he escaped." "And that's where we come into the picture, David. Those same scientists kidnapped us from ATS headquarters to help
create you. They needed our imaginations of hate to create you. They believed
that once you existed, your presence would attract the Master, bring him out of
hiding. And it worked. He sought you out as a soulmate and fellow mutant."
"But the Master told me . . . . ."
"Lies David, all lies."
"So what happens now . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .?"