The
motorcycle is going too fast. I hold on with all my strength, uncomfortable
with the closeness of my body next to Seth’s. Increasingly aware of the muscles
in his back pressing into me, I loosen my vice-like grip on his waist and scoot
back in the seat as far as I dare. Revving the machine at the exact same time,
it bucks under us as Seth expertly maneuvers it around a step curve. Gasping in
fear, I scramble to stay on the bike, grabbing at his jacket and plastering
myself against him again. My head turned into his back, I can feel him
chuckling. I really do despise him.
Although
I’m wearing the only helmet, I can still see the roiling clouds hanging over
us. Looking up at the underbelly of the returning Nephilim ship, I quickly
forget about any physical discomfort. There are much bigger things going on.
I
squeeze my eyes shut, trying to deny the reality of this new turn of events.
I’m fearful for Chris, Missy, and my other friends we left back at the vortex.
But we decided that I have to get back to the ranch, where I can radio Senator
Zane, as quickly as possible. Our horses are magnificent, but still slow by
comparison to Seth’s motorcycle. Chris and Nate are the only other ones in our
group with limited experience on a smaller dirt bike, and admitted to not being
able to handle this one. Since Seth has also never been on a horse, it only makes
sense for me to ride back with him, and for Benuk to take my horse. None of us
like the arrangement (except maybe for Seth), but it seemed like the only
option.
My
eyes still closed, I try to let the motion of the bike and the warm summer air
sooth my racing mind, as I think back over the events leading up to this day.
Could it really be just two months since the Holocene meteor shower? I quickly
do the math. It’s now barely mid-June. We gathered on the hill in our small
town of Omak, to watch the shower that night in early April. It was the last
day of our normal lives.
It’s
still hard for me to understand it all, but we now know that there was an
ancient virus released from that meteor shower. It was planted there by an
alien race we call the Nephilim; the same race mentioned in both the Bible and
other ancient texts, like Gilgamesh and Sumerian literature. They came here
8,000 years ago, in a search of resources to fuel their ship. We were the first
intelligent life form they had ever encountered, and after a few thousand years
of study, they determined we weren’t
that intelligent after all. At least, most of them felt that way, but not all.
Around
2,500 years ago, their leader RA convinced the local Egyptians that he was a
god, in order to manipulate them. The earth was ripe with the minerals their
ship required, but in order to get at it, they needed help. While the Nephilim
were strictly a non-violent race, they had no qualms about enslaving a lower
life form to do the work and violence on their behalf. So the pyramids were
built. Only they weren’t the temples we all thought they were, but mining
machines that would eventually lead to the destruction of the planet.
The
Nephilim achieved what they considered genetic perfection tens of thousands of
years ago, and one of the benefits was a life span of up to 12,000 years. However,
it came with the price of half of the women not being able to have children and
the ones that could might have only one or two in that long lifetime. They were
a dying race.
They
also destroyed their home planet with the same mining techniques they were
creating here on earth. That’s why they were all roaming the universe on a
ship, going planet to planet in search of resources. They never could have
known what they were going to find here, or how it would forever change their
history.
My
great-great Grandfather, Nator, was one of the Nephilim to challenge RA. He
didn’t agree with the perception of us humans being equivalent to insects.
After a lot of plotting and scheming, Nator was able to convince some other
Nephilim to follow him, rather than RA. Along with a handful of Nephume (half
Nephilim, half-human), they were able to interrupt RA’s plan of dispersing an
engineered virus to turn all of the Israelites into complacent slaves, and
organized the slave laborers to instead rise against RA.
The
former god left earth, but with the promise to return in 5,000 years to see how
things had come along. He gave Nator and the human race a chance to prove
themselves. So RA seeded the Holocene meteors with the same slave virus,
knowing it would impact earth at the appropriate time. He figured that if
humanity were able to achieve the level of intelligence and civilization
required to defeat the virus, then he would leave us alone. But if we were
still the same warring, greedy, stupid race he left, then the virus would do
the work for him. It would turn everyone into an emotionless hive-mind with
increased intelligence and physical abilities, ready to do RA’s bidding.
But
Nator threw a wrench in his plans. He and his companions stayed behind. They
didn’t want to follow RA, recognizing that his mistakes were repeating their
races same errors of long ago. They also felt obligated to right the wrongs
they were a part of on earth. So they created their own anti-virus, and
re-fabricated the pyramids from mining machines, into weapons that would
disperse the anti-virus after the meteor shower.
A
secret society called the Khufu Bast (meaning pyramid protectors) was formed.
These human Egyptians were entrusted with the knowledge of the pyramids, and
given thirteen crystal skulls; computers that when placed inside the pyramids
at the same time, and activated by the appropriate DNA, would then synchronize
to release the antivirus. When RA returned, he would find a race that had
seemingly defeated the virus, and then leave us alone.
After
creating all of this, Nator and the other Nephilim that stayed behind retreated
to a biodome under the ocean with their families. He felt strongly that the
Nephilim had already interfered with the human race too much, and he had no desire
to live among them. There most of them stayed for 5,000 years, until I
discovered a way to reach them.
Well,
that was after all hell broke loose. Because then the Holocene virus spread.
People changed, including my mom. I eventually discovered that my Dad was a
member of the Khufu Bast, and that his murder two years before was all a part
of it. He left me clues to where one of those crystal skulls was. I found it,
as well as the pyramid it belonged to, near our home in the mountains of the
Pacific Northwest. Long story short, I managed to activate the pyramids and
release the anti-virus, but that was only the beginning.
During
the five thousand years that Nator was in hiding, a few of his friends decided
they didn’t like the quiet lifestyle. In fact, they longed for the
technologically advanced one they left behind. They knew that RA would be
coming back, and so they left Nator with the intent of being ready to return to
RA.
They
formed their own organization called the Mudameere (destroyers). This group,
over the course of several hundred years, integrated themselves among our
society and put a plan in motion. They didn’t care if the anti-virus was
released, so long as they got a sample of the Holocene virus first, which they
did. It didn’t take them long to mutate it into their own type of virus; one
that would once again prepare the human race for a take-over when RA returned,
and assure them of being accepted back by their former leader.
Professor
Hassan was a friend of my father’s, a member of the Khufu Bast, and a brilliant scientist. He created
his own anti-viral meds to this new virus, and managed to get one dose of it to
me, before the Mudameere abducted us both.
My
heritage was even more convoluted than I realized. One of the defecting
Nephilim was Nator’s best friend, and his son was married to Nator’s daughter,
who all left the biodome. So my biological dad was a Mudameere and Nephume
(part Nephilim, part human). He was killed during a raid by the Khufu Bast, led
by a man who found me during the raid as an infant. I came to know him as my
grandpa, since he gave me to his son, my adopted father, to raise as his own. I
didn’t find any of this out until a week ago.
We hit
another large bump in the road, and I’m reminded of my precarious position, as
I grab Seth again for balance. Seth. Sighing, I shake my head. He’s also a
Nephume, and his Grandfather is one of the friends who betrayed Nator. Up until
a couple of days ago, he believed all of the lies fed to him. But as RA and the
other Nephilim got closer, we began sharing the same genetic memories of our
true past. He realizes now that the Mudameere want nothing more than to return
to the ship, Nibiru, with their leader RA. They have no problem with the
knowledge that the human race and earth itself will be destroyed; a clear
contradiction to what he’d been taught. Seth grew up believing that the virus
the Mudameere created would only genetically enhance the human populace, making
us a peaceful, intelligent race that RA would then leave alone.
Seth
is the one who kidnapped me from my bed a couple of weeks ago, and helped hold
me down as their own doctor’s infected me with this new, improved virus. I
almost died. But I had the medication that Professor Hassan created hidden on
me, and I was able to take it in time. I did
change, but only the good stuff. I’m stronger, healthier, and quicker. My skin
is flawless, my hair is fuller, my eyes turned violet and I have this strange
ability to see angles and mathematical projections, overlaid with my vision
when it seems beneficial. I still haven’t quite figured that one out, and it’s
often very irritating.
So here we are. The Mudameere created their
new virus and have already started releasing it. I managed to get away from
them, and determined that the Professor’s antivirus works, but now he is gone
and we have no idea where he is. I got his formula for the anti-virus to
Senator Zane, here in Montana, who is also a Khufu Bast. He’s currently working
on getting it made. He’s also on his way to a military base nearby, to organize
a resistance to the Mudameere and their planned army of Shiners. That’s what we
call the people who are changed by the virus, because their eyes shine in the
dark due to their night vision. (So do mine)
Seth
and I found our way separately here to the Mountain Vortex, a mysterious spot
the Senator’s been monitoring, because of its suspected ties to the Nephilim.
He was right. It’s a portal of sorts, a way to reach Nator safely tucked away
in his Biodome. We were able to activate it because of our Nephume blood, and I
met my 11,000-year-old grandfather for the first time. Man, is he tall!
Just
like the Nephilim in the bible, they are nearly nine feet tall and very
attractive. They also want nothing to do with the human race. While he
commiserates with us, he strongly believes that they already righted their
wrongs and the rest is up to us. However, they have been monitoring us by
allowing a choice few of their own to live among us. My cousin, Benuk, is one
them. He’s half Nephilim, so while he’s still tall by earth standards, he can
pass for one of us.
Nator
agreed to let Benuk come back with us to help in any way he sees fit. It was
difficult to find out, after everything we went through to get to him, that my
great-great Grandfather wouldn’t help us. Really though, their society under
the ocean, while amazing, is rather simple. They have thrown out all of their
technology, other than what’s needed to maintain the dome and live as farmers.
What could they actually do?
Benuk,
on the other hand, has spent the past two hundred years learning about the
Mudameere and us and he has a lot of good info. I think he might end up being
quite valuable. But first, we have to get word to Senator Zane about what we’ve
learned. With the sudden arrival of RA moments ago…it’s all that much more
urgent. We don’t know what he’s going to do next.
I’ve
barely finished my last thought when there’s a blinding flash of light from the
sky over us. A pulsating wave of energy washes over me and the motorcycle
instantly dies. Struggling to bring us to a safe stop, Seth manhandles the bike
to keep it upright, and I gracefully jump off, landing on my feet like a cat.
Pulling
the helmet off, I look questioningly at him. His intense, blue eyes narrow as
he turns his gaze from me to the ship, now moving off to the East. “An EMP,” he
says matter-of-factly.
“A
what?” I question, knowing I recognize the term, but can’t quite place it.
“An
electric Magnetic Pulse. I’ll bet they just wiped out all of the electronics in
this hemisphere. Welcome to the 1800’s. We walk from here.”
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