Post by Ransack Manson on Mar 30, 2021 14:34:58 GMT -6
The following is an excerpt from the files of Pete Harper: In light of this revelation regarding the truth of The Beacon, I still have significant and unresolved questions. I don’t understand why Ransack is the conduit for Nate. I just want to know how this is fucking happening. Why is Nate coming to me through The crucified Christ statue came to rest in a thousand pieces on the floor of the chapel at Sisters of Mercy. Ransack sat among the ruins laughing riotously and rocking himself back and forth. The sisters encircled the disturbed man and mumbled prayer recitations for his soul as the police arrived. The first officer yelled out for Ransack to lay flat on the ground while the second drew his taser and approached. Ransack observed both of them as they approached, but he continued to rock and laugh uncontrollably. The first officer grabbed his cuffs and approached Ransack slowly; the partner barked out commands while fixing the aim of his taser on the upper-torso of the madman. As the first officer grabbed and latched one cuff on Ransack’s wrist, the madman rebelled against the officer’s grip and began to both thrash and squeal like a stuck-pig. “I fucking hate pigs!” The second officer fired the taser as the nuns looked on in horror, and their prayers shifted from a mumble to a roar. A few bolts of electricity from the taser put Ransack out, and the officers got him cuffed and loaded into the car. When Ransack initially arrived at Devil’s Gate, he was extracted from the police car once more struggling against his handcuffs. Every time the officers aimed to move him or redirect him toward the facility, Ransack fought against it; he struggled against the officers like a rat stuck in a glue-trap. As Ransack’s eye caught a glimpse of the Devil’s Gate facility itself, tranquility overcame him, and he became a model prisoner. A feeling inside of him somehow quelled that panicked fight-or-flight response, and he felt a calm wash over him that he hadn’t felt in years. Something inside of Ransack spoke up soothingly, “Relax. You’re home.” The following is an excerpt from the transcripts of recordings found in the files of Dr. Reginald Royce: Maintaining Mr. Harper’s ignorance of the role Devil’s Gate played in the sacrifice of Nathan Gust is of the utmost importance. Schorg signed off and understood, but Harper’s weakness is his attachments. If I tasked him with dispatching with the failures, I sincerely doubt he would be able to accomplish it, because he fails to see these subjects as the disposable objects that they are and instead sees them as legitimate patients with conditions that must be treated. His dedication to the cause of medicine would be admirable if it weren’t so damn threatening to what we’re aiming to accomplish. >Office chair creaks The Fuhrer used to provide his men with a small dog - a puppy - to raise and care for, and then when they had grown attached, he’d order them to shoot the damn thing. The men who shot the dog were fit for service. The men who couldn’t? Well, those men weren’t to be trusted. Regarding Mr. Harper, I want him to be willing and able to pull the trigger, and yet… in this specific circumstance, the proverbial dog is already dead and now I’m left to provide him with new pets to, ehem, handle. >Papers shuffling Because I have yet to make my demands of Harper, he’s not failed... yet. In turn, his utility - my ability to trust him - is still unblemished on paper. Some are pushing for Harper’s ouster, but without him, we simply wouldn’t know when The Beacon has made his connection. It is my hypothesis and my hope that when we find The Beacon, his proximity to Harper will draw our target to the surface and demonstrate… >A knock on the door >Inaudible voice Yes, yes.Of course. >Recording ends Ransack sat on the concrete floor of the tunnel as Harper wound his makeshift rope back into an orderly wrap. “You’re untied now, are we good?” Ransack scoffed and laughed dismissively. “You walk into MY KINGDOM, put a gun to my head, and untying me is supposed to make good? I should fucking destroy you, Harper.” Harper’s brow furrowed and he shook his head. “That’s…remarkably lucid.” “Heh. It comes and goes.” “Is that new?” “Are you still trying to play doctor?” “No.” “Then fuck you. I’m not talking about it.” Harper tossed the cord to the side and stared at Ransack while the madman hoisted himself back into his throne. Harper stood a few feet away and Ransack looked up, staring a hole back through Harper. “You need to let me help you.” Ransack scoffed and shook his head again. “Fuck you.” “No! You need to return to Devil’s Gate! I need to get you there!” “Fuck. You. Harper. When I win, I’m gonna burn that fucking money just out of spite. I don’t need it.” “YOU CAN’T!” “Why the fuck not?” “Royce can fix this. He can…” Ransack interrupted. “He can what? Give me a fucking exorcism?” “Well, uh, kinda…” Ransack cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Explain.” Before he could say anything, Harper let out a sigh and paused to gather himself while his throat constricted with emotion. “It’s my cousin.” “That’s not what I want you to fucking explain!” “Ok, ok. We always suspected…” “Who’s ‘we’?” “Everyone at Devil’s Gate. We were looking for The Beacon, the person who could serve as the connection between existential planes. It’s… it’s you, Ransack. And now, you’re tethered to my cousin, and Dr. Royce thinks he can pull Nate out of you so he’s back into this plane.” Under no circumstances do I believe that a departed soul can be revived or brought back. That’s nonsense. The wishful ramblings of delusional men. However, if that plane is another of those where tangible beings exist, then perhaps...perhaps then we have a means of...I suppose the best word is ‘jumping’ from one to another. I know that is possible. There’s no other explanation for the means by which I arri... >Audio distorts, tape inaudible But for a soul to be returned… well, one cannot return with no destination. Gust has no destination, unless someone like Harper was willing to sacrifice himself to give Gust somewhere to go, he is where he is. Ransack waved off Harper’s optimism and responded, his voice thick with sarcasm. “Yeah, sure, Harper. I’m sure.” Harper looked at Ransack, the feeling of defeat washing over him. He saw the potential of his exceptionally non-traditional family reunion slipping through his fingers and grew increasingly desperate. “What will make you return with me?” Ransack thinks for a moment. “Nothing, Harper.” “BUT WHY NOT?!” Ransack pauses a beat and lets out a sigh before responding. “What demands would the pig make of the butcher, Harper?” “What?” “Answer the question.” “I...I don’t…follow.” “Answer. The. Question.” “Nothing, I guess.” “Exactly. No one willingly trades their soul for scraps, Harper.” “But what about Nate?” “He’s gone.” Harper shook his head no emphatically. “NO, HE’S NOT! HE’S IN THERE! HE’S IN YOU! YOU’RE THE GODDAMN BEACON!” “I’m just another pig being led to slaughter. So are you. I’m just the only one of us aware enough to see it coming.” Harper began to sob. Ransack watched closely but maintained his physical distance before he started to shake in his throne. Ransack’s head was forcefully thrown backward and his mouth opened toward the ceiling as the voice of The Raging Dead emitted from his body again. “Pete, he’s right. Returning to Maine is a death sentence. Forget Royce. Do the work yourself. Teach him how to fucking share. My existence depends on it.” Ransack’s head snapped back to attention and the madman immediately grabbed his head in both hands. “Ughhhhhhhhh.” Ransack leaned to the side in his throne and vomited over the arm of his seat, and Harper recoiled in disgust. As Ransack finished emptying himself onto the ground, he looked up to Harper. “What the fuck does he mean, Harper? Can you make this pain stop?!” Ransack grunted out in pain as Harper’s eyes got huge. “I… I don’t know. I don’t know!” “Well, he sure seems to think you’ve got what it takes…” “Nate always thought I could do anything.” “And was he right?” “Sometimes.” “Do you think he’s right this time?” “Maybe.” “That’s good enough for me.” The Beacon will ring louder and louder the closer he gets to Harper as we successfully bridge the gap and Gust attempts to force his way back to his cousin, his wife, his daughter. Ever the family man, Gust’s undying - perhaps a poor choice of words - unending passion for his family will prove to be the most enduring hope that we have to foster and study this phenomena. >Recording ends |