Message-ID: <5629eli$9711141114@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: munster@remus.rutgers.edu (Fredd Ortiz) X-Good-Total-Length: yes Subject: More Human than Human Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <64hdit$g0d@remus.rutgers.edu> The administration at my school royally dicked me by wiping my account. I have been assured that eventually I will get everything back, including the 12 parts of "A Master's Ring", and the 4 completed short stories, but until they give me back my stuff, I cannot work on those pieces. This scene has been floating in my head and I figured I would put it down for the meantime. I understand it doesn't resemble reality, IT'S NOT SUPPOSSED TO. I just watched my favorite episode of Star Trek New Generation (read as any episode with a Q in it) so I decided to it would make for a pretty decent story, maybe. Please don't waste my time or yours about the believability of the story, I'm already pissed off enough at the chance everything I wrote so far might be gone. More Human than Human by El Sol Part 1 (Life Seducing) I sat quietly listening to the priest's near chant of the Latin mass. I had stumbled across the church in the middle of a Latin mass months ago and had made of a point of returning. I could sit quietly and listen to centuries old intonation, words that had been spoken so many years that most could not understand it as a passage of time. The priest's voice stopped; like clockwork people stood up and walked to the center aisle in a subdued manner. There weren't many of us, mostly old women to whom the language brought the comfort of age to. I stood up and joined them. I can't say that I believed the words, but the ritual is to be observed if only in homage to the comfort it has brought millions upon millions. Maybe somewhere in the memories of all those people I could find comfort also. I walked up slowly; my hands folded in front of me, my head hanging down in respect. The line got closer and closer to the beginning and end of the ritual. I was standing in front of the old man, his eyes looked at me and in them was recognition. I was the only person in the church that was still touched by youth. He stared at me with more than just recognition though. Something in his faith was telling him I was different, in more than a young man honoring the faith of the old. "The body of Christ" he said in Latin. He placed the waif in my mouth. I turned and walked toward the younger priest standing to the side. "The blood of Christ" he says as he gently places the cup to my lips. I take a taste of wine. As I turn, I hear her crying. I walk a small distance to stay out of people's way and turn myself in the direction of the tears I can hear thunder against a pillow. She continues to cry. I do not know how I can hear her crying, the distance while not vast is more than I've ever been capable of before. My mind or maybe soul has destroyed another block. I tilt my head as the desperation in her crying increases. I can feel her grief, frustration, rage, confusion. I stand there for minutes listening trying to figure out why she would be so important that my mind would stretch across miles to hear her cry. I reach out again and I see the cause of pain in her body. I don't know, I know I do things subconsciously, and that if I pushed the issues I could know what I'm doing consciously. I had placed the blocks in my mind for my own protection it seems and they only came off as I grew able to handle it emotionally. Something inside me recognized her in the same way the old priest recognized that I was different. The safest thing to do was to dance. I walked toward the the doors leading outside. The mass wasn't over but it was for me. I wouldn't be returning. It was cloudy outside and I turned to the right, there was a small alley created by the church and the small building where the priests lived. It would serve for my purposes. I reached out to her room, It would have to be flashy, she must be convinced of me in seconds without questions. I reached and placed a physical point of light between atoms of air in her room. I let the light grow, pushing air out of the way creating a vacuum large enough for me. I bounced. Her eyes were wide as fear of me overpowered the fear of what lived in her own body. She had scrambled to the back of the bed and trying to push herself through the wall. I pulled the light back towards me, letting it gently bring air to my skin. I let the light play on my skin for seconds before I released my hold on the light. She stared at me, briefly, and made a mad scramble for her door. I picked her up and placed her gently back on the bed without touching her. She fainted. I arranged her comfortably on the bed, and looked around the room. I recognized the room as part of the dormroom setup that my college prefered. That would make life easier, I wouldn't have to deal with parents just friends. I noticed the room wasn't a single and the style on one side of the room was noticeably different than the girl's side. I looked for a picture on that side and found it. A latin woman, I thought I had seen her somewhere; probably a class. I reached out and touched her. She wasn't close so I would have plenty of time. I looked down at the girl. She was blonde, with the ends lighter than the roots, not because of dye but what comes with some natural blondes. She was too big in an almost muscular fashion to be classicly attractive, but there were touches of originality in her look. The slight asiatic tilt to her eyes, from her seconds long wide-eyed stare she had given me when I bounced into her room I knew her eyes were green instead of the blue so natural to blondes, her solid size also added to an overall original look. I went to stand by the window looking outside, her faint turned into soul-calming sleep. I waited. Hours later, I heard her stirring. I turned away from the window and waited for her to notice me. She sat up on the bed with her back to me. She was rubbing at her eyes and stretching. Her spine locked as she started to look around the room. She must have remembered me. She turned around and went up to her knees. She found me and our eyes locked. Her body signaled her readiness to renew flight. I smiled at her. "This will take a lot less time, if you don't try to run again." I said matter-of-factly. She looked at me on the edge of real fear, but answered "The way you appeared in my room, can you give me a reason I shouldn't run?" She was edging off the bed as if I wouldn't notice her movement if she did it slow enough. I turned to look out the window. "The way I appeared in your room." I replied. Her eyes widened and she made the next move off the bed more obvious. She cringed as I looked down at the position of her legs so close to the bed. I decided to cut the attempt short. I picked her up again without touching her and placed her a little roughly in the center of the bed. Her eyes widened even more and she gave a frightened squeal. "Do you mind if I sit down?" I asked pointing toward her roommate's bed. She gave a frightened nod, and watch me as you would a rabid dog as I walked over to the bed and sat down. I didn't know exactly how to start but probably getting to the point as fast as possible would be good enough. "My name is Uriel." I said. She blinked recognizing the name. I shrugged "My mother was an armchair student of classic literature, and I came late in her life." I waited. "Oh, Rachel." she said almost unwillingly. I smiled at her again. She waited. "I understand that someone betrayed you." I said. She looked at me obviously not understanding. "Your body will start dying sometime in the future." I said simply. The fear of death replaced her fear of me as she looked away from me in anger that I would know. "I can heal you." She turned back at me; anger flashing in her green eyes. "Fuck you!" I sighed, and stared back her answering her anger with emptiness. I waited for her to remember. The instant she did was obvious as the anger drained from her eyes to be replaced by wonder and hope. I stared back answering them with emptiness still. "How?" I shrugged. She looked at me and some of the fear came back. "Why would you do that?" "I don't know yet." I replied honestly. "You don't know?" she asked. "No, I don't know yet. But I have some ideas." She waited for me to continue, but I wouldn't. Suspicion came into her eyes. They were incredibly expressive and joined with her unlined face it made her changes of moods simple to read. "What do I have to do?" she asked. I thought about that, for a few minutes. I didn't really know, she was attractive but that hadn't touched me in a very long time. Why would I do something when I'd made sure from the very beginning to stay uninvolved? "One year of service" I heard myself say and rode whatever part of me was driving. "Service?" she asked suspicion dripping from her tone. "From the day, you come to me having medically proven to yourself the virus isn't in your body anymore. One year of service, no rules except mine." She shook her head violently. I stood up and raised my hand slightly toward her. She cringed, "What are you doing?" "I'm sorry. You'll remember that the choice was given and you refused it. Unfortunately, I can't have you remembering me." "Wait!" she cried. I waited. "That's it?" she asked. "You're just going to let me die, when you could have cured me." I nodded. "You fucking asshole!" I put my hand down and looked at her. "The choice was not mine, Rachel. It was given to you, life for one year's service to me." "But you're going to let me die!" I looked at her, and raised my hand again. I didn't actually need to do that, but it helped keep my body out of the way. "Wait!" I sighed, "Rachel, it's yes or no." "What do you mean service?" "Everything I say goes, even if I have to force you to do it." "Force." she said scared. "If it becomes necessary, or interesting. For the most part, if I could make you remember the choice but forget me, I would just make you want to do what I want you to." Her eyes regained her fear of me. I sighed, this wasn't going to work. Death didn't cast that long a shadow. I raised my hand again. "Okay." she said. I sat down. I looked back at the last few minutes, the hand had been pure theatrics to force her choice, some part of me knew how to manipulate her with the least effort. I wouldn't say I enjoyed it, but it was different. New. "What are you?" she asked me. I didn't answer her. "Are you an angel?" she asked more pointedly. I stared at her. "No, you're not or else you would've just done it." I kept staring at her. I changed the field of view. I didn't know if I could actually heal her. I looked into her body and found the problem. I took it apart protein by protein, then went lower than that, and then lower again. There were several solutions but the easiest would be a purge and replace. No that wouldn't be the easiest, it would be the most convincing to her personally. She would feel that physically the most. "Are you the devil?" she asked seriously. I thought about that. "I don't think so." I replied honestly. "What?" she gasped. "I said that I do not know." She looked at me scared again. "What happens after the year is over?" she asked me. I looked at her. "For all I know, Rachel. I'll kill you anyway." She looked at me. I decided she really couldn't handle much else. "I can put it back, Rachel." She looked at me not understanding. "You can't walk away from me. I just want you to understand that. I can put it back if you try to walk away. It will be the same thing. You'll know that you were given the choice, but this time you'll know it was for real." She nodded slowly. I stood up and walked over to her bed. I motioned her toward me. She knee-walked to me reluctantly. I reached out and put a finger between her breasts. I didn't know what I was doing this for still. I needed time to think about taking someone into service. Letting someone close to me even if it was only in service. I purged her. She screamed in pain. I let her enjoy that for a second, driving into her that I could and would do what I said. I replaced everything with new life. She fell backwards gasping as her body accepted renewed health. I stood watching her try to recover. She looked up at me. "You can't tell people about me." I told her body. "As far as your concerned when the test results come back, the doctors made a very stupid mistake." She tried to nod. "I'll be waiting for you Rachel. Please don't make me come looking for you." I paused. "Because I won't." I bounced out of her room and into mine. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /