What a nice fellow.
Im sure i should suspect him, considering how calm he is, but how can i refuse such a voice of authority?
Smith.
What a name.
I dont think ive ever heard anyone introduce themselves like that.
No Mr, no Sir, no General, no nothing.
Just Smith.
Maybe hes really that important?
So important that he doesnt even have to explain which Smith he is.
Anyhow.
I could feel myself.
Its like when youre trying to walk through your house in the dark, you know where your arms are and what they are doing, but you cant see them.
I remember that having a name, but i cant seem to know what it was.
I keep pointing towards myself.
This man holding me seems, well, fearless.
He holds me gently in his rough hands.
Feels like a real rugged fellow.
Id love to have a look at him, but, well, i cant really see.
We draw closer.
My hand feels sort of energized, agile.
"Is this the place?" Smith says.
Indeed it is.
I point downwards.
"Would you like me to put you down, fella?" he asks, and i agree.
He gently lowers me to the ground, but im not too patient as of late.
My little roots burst out of the ground.
I can feel how Smith twitches, but nothing more.
My roots burrow into my arm and immidietly start pumping in energy.
It doesnt feel like im growing, though.
He slowly lays me on the ground, and my roots start truly connecting to me.
This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.
I feel an abundence of energy, enough to...
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An eye. It grew an eye. The arm, that is. I had gotten a bit taken back when the roots lashed out, but I sensed no hostility in Arm, so I didn't do anything preempitvly. I have no idea what this thing is, but it seems to be some sort of plant. But can plants grow eyes? Eyeballs? Who knows. Whatever the explenation, it's staring me.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tounge?" I say mockingly. The single eye, situatied on the palm of his hand, continues staring. The iris has a greenish-blue sort of colour. Very pretty. The eye in general is rather large, masculine, and-, and is currently welling up.
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Its so beautiful.
I cant help but cry.
Who knew green was such a pretty colour?
The man before me.
Smith.
What a man.
Hes dressed in a nice, neat suit.
Perfectly plain.
Black tie, white shirt.
The only thing extraordinary is his face.
Or, whats on his face.
A big, gritty scar.
His face in general is quite gritty.
He cant be more than...
Fifty? Sixty?
I cant tell.
Its so nice to be able to see.
I let a heavy tear fall down my cheek/palm.
Smith looks confused.
And concerned?
Hey, hey, its alright, im just so-,
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What a creature. I think I've read somewhere that only humans cry. Is this a human? It feels like it. "Hey, buddy, are you alright?" I ask. The hand shakes, kind of as if shaking its head. I see. What a man. It looks around, eye still sort of wet from the crying. It looks so... amazed. Like a child, rediscovering the world after a night of dreamless sleep. Who knows.
"Well, what is it?" I asked. He stared back at me. Hrm. As per the SN laws, I have to report this to the authorities, me. And have it, well, removed. Nobody is safe as long as some unknown SNC is on the loose, no matter how friendly and lovable it is. Just look at that severed arm. Adorable.
"Anyhow, I'm going to have to have you haven taken into custody," I said, to which he visibly fliched. "Yeah, I know it might sound harsh and unjustified, but we can't have an SNC such as yourself running rampant, you know?" It looked extremly confused. And a little upset?
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I looked up at him.
He looked a bit worried.
Whats an SNC?
Wait-, since im...
I let my head-hand fall to the floor.
Uug.
I slowly lift my hand up using my fingers.
Slowly, carefully, with a lot of effort, i succesfully write:
SNC?
in small, crude letters.
Smith looks confused at my actions.
I heave myself up and quickly roll over so the letters stand clear.
I point a little to them.
"SNC? Oh! You dont know what that is? Ah, I should have known. Well, it stands for Super-Natural Creature, and it refeers to such creatures as yourself. At first, we did'nt have a name. You were just "monsters" or "aliens" or whatever, back in the good days, but we needed an official name, since it became official business, so, there it is. SNC being you, SN being the whole category, SNH - Super-Natural Happening - being the event, etc. It's really quite simple."
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- I told him. He still looked confused, but there wasn't much more I could say without it getting into confidential areas. You should never give anyone too much information. Only enough to keep them as a friend. Anyhow.
"Well, I'd love to answer more of your questions, but we really need to get you out of here. Never know what might happen. You seem like a nice fella. I might as well tell you that we seldom exterminate SNCs, no, we usually keep them. In your case, you might be fit to become an SNS. A Super-Natural Soldier. I don't know how that sounds to you, but I'm sure you don't want to be exterminated, do you?"
He shook to and fro. I hope I didn't frighten him. The difference between a helper and a villain is whether they threaten or suggest. I quickly retrieve my good old flip-phone from my pocket, enter a code and dial a number. Most would think it should be harder than that, but this little thing is impossible to crack.
"Yeah, Smith here, I'm gonna need a transportation squad. I've got a co-operative, intelligent SNC here. Right. I'm going to need a telekinetic, and a large glass cage. George will do. Right, I'll stay with it until you arrive."
I end the conversation and turn the phone off. He's staring at me. I guess I can understand why. But even then, that's quite the eye.
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Telekinetic?