Chapter 290: Side Show Hell

An opportunity I can’t pass up. It can only help boost Darren’s reputation.

Using my phone, I reached out to the place where I found was how I could “broadcast” my need for the silent jets. I didn’t want one of them to extract Amelia and her team, as that would raise too many questions, even with their advanced training. They gave me back some details regarding where to go, and when to be there, and to expect something unusual.

That can be anything given the silent planes.

I thanked the grandmother, in their family’s language, and then the three women of their company. Maybe it was the wine, but they looked very angry with me. At least they did until their grandmother cleared her throat, and they realized that her grandson wasn’t the only one who screwed the pooch today. I suspect the women may be in even more trouble than the dipshit.

The arrival of a packed tour bus didn’t seem unusual to the four women or the few of thugs standing around holding guns as they wondered what the fuck to do. Whoever was running the tour said something to the people on the bus that sounded something like these men being a part of a local militia doing something and not to worry about them. Whatever she said, they got off the bus to head around on the guided tour.

Grandma raising an eyebrow seems interesting. I wonder if people ever come to tour this town.

Amelia’s group quickly loaded their gear under the tour bus and boarded. Once waved over, I joined them. The group doing the tour didn’t seem to notice the bus driving off.

We rode for maybe half an hour before coming to a city large enough that it had some subway tunnels. Amelia must have gotten exfiltration details that included boarding the next subway train that arrived. The train was empty, as was the station, which further let me believe whoever made this plan was very good at getting things how they wanted. Our ride was longer than I expected too. We did pass stations where people were waiting. The subway train finally stopped at the end of one of the lines. It was easy to tell no one had used this station in at least thirty years, given the dates on the movie posters and some newspapers in the newspaper machines. They even had a whole bank of payphones along one wall. Going to the only door we could see, we opened it to find that the outside had chains and signs on it saying not to enter. Once closed, some nearly silent machines came out to connect pieces of chains onto those on the door. They looked real, and the magnetic releases inside them took someone like me or these machines to release them from the links on the doors. It was slick.

Seven long flights of stairs later and we were exiting through a side door into a dusty hallway with a pair of double doors under an exit sign lit by a single, dim bulb close to burning out. We exited to find their ride to the private airfield. Once they loaded their gear, the entire team came to thank me one by one. The girls were at the end of the line. Each gave me a big hug, kissed my cheek, and said they each wanted a night with me sometime soon. Even some of the men, but that was to hang out to get shitfaced.

If the driver hadn’t told them they were wheels up in ten minutes, the girls might have thanked me by dropping their pants, bending over, and letting me roger them until I came in each of them.

I explained that now that they were back on track that I had my transportation awaiting me where I came to rescue them from Tweddle Dumb.

After they left, I knew the general direction to go but didn’t have any real clue how I was getting back to the town. From the look of things around me, I could see why the city closed this station. I used the place in my head to remove everything above ground in a five-mile circle around me that wasn’t a human or animal. I saw maybe thirty people, a few dogs, some cats, and barely any rodents. My phone beeped and said to head in the direction it pointed.

Having my head make everything not alive show up again, but only so much as to see it as a light transparent shade of the original color. Plants were about twenty-five percent. I don’t know what happened here, but I guessed that around the same time as the station closed, it was something terrible.

It must be when there are no vehicles anywhere, the power is still on, and no one even came in to steal the wiring.

My phone had nothing on it, not even using the man-in-the-machine databases. How something could happen here that caused nearly everyone to abandon it, and nothing be anywhere on it was suspicious.

Continuing to follow my phone’s directions, I ended up in front of a large bank. I adjusted what I could see to show money, anything in their vault, and inside safety deposit boxes. I didn’t expect to find anything, and yet I did. I found some safety deposit boxes open with the keys still in them. A few others had the key in them, but without the bank key, they couldn’t unlock them. Then there were those someone went to a lot of trouble to drill out the locks or use something like a twenty-foot long crowbar to open, give the huge dents in the boxes next to the open ones.

My phone began showing me boxes to open. Using the place in my head, I didn’t do anything fancy like trying to turn the locks by pushing energy into them. I found it much faster when I put energy onto both sides of all the bars of the lockboxes for me to open. Using the power available in the building, I pulled in so much energy that when applied to the side of the lock bars, the metal heated so quickly that the alloys used to make the lock bars, which didn’t vaporize, ran like they were natively liquid, like Mercury.

What is in the boxes that need me to open them after however long it has been since people were living here?

Looking through the boxes, I found plenty of money, a lot of scarce coins, expensive gemstones, and things I knew instinctively were unquestionably worth millions of dollars. I stacked them all in a big pile on one end of a table in the room. I wasn’t here for valuables. I came for the paperwork in these boxes. As I sorted, I found deeds for properties and buildings that my phone had me put into specific stacks, regardless of the names on the paperwork. From there, I added birth certificates, death certificates, marriage certificates, and similar documents that matched up with the those I remember being in the various stacks of deeds. My phone got a message to go out to the central part of the bank to find sticky notes, pens, envelopes, and rubber bands. With every stack in a package, my phone told me to go into the big vault to collect the piles of different denominations of the local currency. Someone left so quickly that they didn’t lock the bank vault or bank doors.

In there, I saw that someone had gotten into one of the stacks of the highest denomination bills, but it looked as if they might not have taken any, given the stacks on the floor, which seemed to be about the number of stacks missing from the pile of large, sequential bills. The diagram on my phone took me toward the back where I found a counting machine, bands for stacks of the different denominations, and a large metal lockbox, still unlocked, with used bills. My task was to shuffle in used bills of the same denomination and then put then through the counter machine after punching in the correct bill value. It surprised me when it counted out even amounts of the bills and then wrapped then with the proper band for the total cash value of the stack. Oddly it printed on a date from between six and twelve years ago, along with the amount. I had no clue how many of each I needed, but I didn’t have enough, it seems.

My phone showed me where to get into the teller cages for me to go into the safes out there to get more bills. These were all banded with maybe a quarter of them being well-used bills. The others were still crisp, but also used and not sequential. When I finished finding the number of stacks it told me, I realized I had two stacks of each band color for each envelope of deeds and other paperwork. Those I bagged up in some type of cut-proof, semi-transparent, zipper bags.

Next came me going into the basement, opening a false wall by vaporizing the rods locking the vault closed, and then opening it. Inside I found bins upon bins of precious metals pressed out into troy ounces. The directions on my phone were to only get gold ones for between one and two Troy ounce bars. Silver two and four once bars came next. The rest of the precious metals and weights I ignored. The final task required me to find diamonds of lower color and clarity than the most expensive diamonds here. The bags I selected were of various sizes. I expected to also get Rubies, Emeralds, and similar highly desired gems, only for my phone to tell me only get all the opals I could find.

How close is the value of everything in this vault to whatever wealth I supposedly have?

“It is less,” I heard directly into my head and through my shield. “All funds in the main vault, everything in this vault, and two others here are all yours, in Darren’s name, not that of the dead parents used to build Darren’s cover. Those contacting you via your phone know not of this or the other vaults on this floor. You are to unlock them as you did this one, but do not open them. Their contents require urgent relocation. Androids, though not those which the digital being controls, will be arriving after you depart. The contents of these vaults belong to you. They are my gift to you for your arrival. You need not worry yourself about how I now contact you through your protective barriers around your body and brain. This place was once my home, but it is now my eternal tomb, the result of those calling themselves alchemists, sorcerers, magicians, and any other words, those with abilities like ours, and those who chose to hunt us. I can see and hear everything, read the entirety of the minds of man. Since my entombment, only a few can I contact. You are the only one on this Earth who didn’t go insane when I entered your mind and spoke to you.”

So, who are you? Why can’t you free yourself?

“I know not what I am, only that I was once human, and now I am not. For what could be millennia, I’ve tried to free myself, but never had the raw power in a large enough burst to do so. Around thirty of your years ago, there was such a burst that coursed through where I exist. I tried to free myself, and the underground transit became abandoned. Over time more bursts of the raw energy flowed through me. Some I contained to use for my next attempt to free myself. I was much stronger the next time, but instead of releasing me from my prison, it showed me that those who entombed me also cursed me. My attempt to free myself forced those for two of your miles around me to flee my mental broadcast for their help. I believed I knew the nature of the curse of witches and tried once again. It was a failure of epic proportions. My mental broadcast spread over every inch of every building in a radius out around seven of your miles. Anyone who enters that radius feels my broadcast but cannot hear it. Each flees without knowing why. Those few you found when looking were already insane. My broadcast calls to them, yet they can only come so close before they too must flee to a safe distance. Complete the tasks sent to your phone. I hear their goal, and I feel it is worthy of you. When you depart this place, only see that which comes from me and follow it to the center.”

I felt whatever that was leave my head and knew that the place in my brain now learned how to block it out forever, should I choose to do so. Somehow, I had the feeling that I wouldn’t ever need to.

After vaporizing the large locking bolts on the other two hidden vaults, I went back up to the safety deposit room. The final set of instructions on my phone told me exactly how to split up the gold, silver, diamonds, and opals. It wasn’t an even split, though I somehow knew the values of each stack is equal. I found some sort of small attachés off in the corner. They happened to each hold everything in the piles. The bag made it much easier to use the sticky notes to write the correct name to put that into a clear pocket on the front of the attaché. I placed them all inside two big cloth bags similar to what the armored car drivers use back home.

Leaving the bank, I did as whatever came into my mind asked. I had no trouble quickly finding the center of the power emanating from down within the Earth. Continuing not to see anything but the power and the being transmitting it, I finally came to what was a human at some point since man began walking the Earth. Much like some Greek mythology and stories from other cultures, I found an oddity that would make Ripley very wealthy should he have found a live human looking like this one.

I don’t know much about human biology, but what I do know is that there is a belief in some circles that every fertilized egg will split to start making twins. Way before they can confirm their theory, the weaker of the two twins has their cells absorbed by one twin. The scientists do use the various cases where they find a human having part of their dead twin inside them. Others have people with arms, legs, teeth, and even heads of the consumed twin sticking outside their bodies. What I saw wasn’t exactly one of those.

From what I could tell, the sperm from two different fathers fertilized two eggs that the mother had ovulated during the same fertility cycle, one male and one female infant. Assuming that everyone may have a twin at some point in their development. The male and female eggs each split to create an identical twin. That is where things went off course. One of the female embryos became dominant and first consumed its own female twin, the weaker male twin, and then the other male twin, but part of the last male twin partially remained. At birth, the infant appeared female but had the face of her fraternal twin brother on the back of her head. It had eyelids, a small nose, and a mouth, but none opened. There was nothing but the girl’s skull underneath. It had the appearance of what appeared to be a tail and odd bumps underneath. While rare, it was common enough that many discounted it as a bit abnormal. Sometimes those with money had the vestigial tail removed.

Once hair covered the girl’s head, and her society deemed it time for her to cover her naked body, people soon forgot she had abnormalities at all. That went well until puberty when things went off the rails.

The changes were small a first. From the front, this girl developed to become a woman. Her growing taller and her hips widening hid that what they believed was a tail had also been growing. She told no one that the bumps below it hurt when sitting in some ways or when riding a horse. One day she found that what all believed to be a tail hardened and aim upward while sleeping on her stomach. In the night, she felt it twitch before feeling warm wetness running down over her butthole and down along her split before getting into her pubic hairs and drying into a crusty mass. After her next period, she felt a need inside her to rub her clit and use two fingers to hold her lips open. When her climax hit, the tail felt like it did right before the hot liquid ran down over her before. This time it pooled against her fingers before pouring into her pussy. She liked that because it didn’t make the big mess in her pubes.

As the “tail” continued to grow longer, though not noticeably fatter, she noticed that it was harder to hide from others when they must be naked around each other. Soon she began pulling the tail forward to go between her butt cheeks and rest against her mound. Over a few months, it grew long enough that when she pulled it up between her legs, it tickled her clit, then it began to change. Where once it has just been a hunk of floppy skin at the end, with the tiny hole that leaked out when she rubbed herself off, now it looked like the head of a small penis when she pulled the skin down whenever it started to get a bit firm. Before it finally stopped growing longer, it came to the top of her thick pubes when pulled up between her legs, almost reaching her bellybutton. At night she found she could grind her clit against it, and that made it get hard like a finger, at least until it got to where it started to hurt if she didn’t let it free to stick up behind her like a long tail of a scared cat. It also began getting hard for no reason at all. Those times weren’t when she wasn’t in her bed with it hidden by her gown and bedsheets to keep it pushed down against her back. Over some months, it stopped hurting when it got hard, and if she let it loose to get fully hard, it came up in front of her. Then came the day which brought her into the world how animals and humans procreate.

Her parents saw her tail grow longer, so they kept her away from others.

Sometimes she went to the store with them, but once the tail had grown up between her legs, and the testicles that went up inside her body when wearing underwear or sitting on them, it was uncomfortable to ride to town, and the walk was long.

On that fateful day, her mother had taken ill, and her father was injured early in the morning. She had to take her siblings to the market to get their standard items plus something to cure her mother’s illness and heal her father’s wounds. She had no idea what her siblings snickered about, only that she didn’t know some secret about her parents and why they were going to the market without them. It was a spring day with many animals in heat. Dogs, rabbits, cows, sheep, ducks, and horses found had the females mounted by the males frequently. They would stop to watch, sometimes with her sibling’s hands pushed into pants or under their dresses.

As the long walk continued, they encountered more animals mating. Those sisters who were wearing panties slipped them off right there in front of their brothers. She knew her mother and father would be furious if they saw the girls do that. They came across a large group of rabbits. The males were going bunny to bunny planting their seed. It was arousing enough that her brothers let their pants and underwear drop to their ankles to jack off. She hadn’t seen a penis since she was little but recognized what they were doing. She soon found that made the end of her tail feel great faster if she rubbed the tip to have it push against her clit at the same time. After seeing one brother start firing his load, she realized that the stuff coming from his penis was the same as from her tail. It hit her that it looked a lot like his penis when it got stiff. Turning toward a sister, she saw the girl with a leg on a stump rubbing her clit with one finger and two finger-banging her pussy. The entity did that too.

When all her siblings had gotten their climaxes, they continued until coming to a house along the road. Two boys and two girls also going to the market joined their group. Things turned interesting when they came to fields where a bull was mounting cows and a stallion mounting mares. Her siblings and the newcomers paired up with their hands touching the other’s genitals. Before long, the boys had their pants around their ankles and girls either jacking them off until the boy came or sucking him until he came in their mouth. It was a while before coming to another field with animals mating. No playing around first, the boys dropped their pants, and girls got busy getting the boys off. It took a lot longer than before. Unlike earlier, the girls kept kissing and sucking on the boy’s dicks until, one by one, the boys got hard again. The girls moved to flip up their dress, bend over the nearest tree or fence, spread their legs, and let the boys move up to mount them. It confused the girl, but soon she figured that they were doing what the animals were, except they did it because it made the boys and girls feel good. She hadn’t noticed before, but her tail was hard against her clit, and her pussy juices were flowing.

An outhouse off the road in the trees turned out to be where the girls went to let the cum drain out. They put their panties back on before reaching the market. When her turn arrived, she did have to use the toilet, which proved hard because her tail was hard between her legs, and she couldn’t move it out of the way to do her business, as she usually did. Faster than any other time she can remember, she climaxed hard, with her tail firing rope after rope of the stuff that came from her brother’s penises. Once finished with her business, she had a thought. Her tail got hard like a dick, and that penis went into the girl’s pussies, which made the boys and girls both feel good. Carefully she curved her limp, flexible tail around as she leaned back to spread her legs wide. From her recent knowledge of playing with it, she had a part the length of her middle finger hard while the rest was only a bit firm. Sliding the dick-like end into her vagina made her climax hard around the part of the tail she had inside. She felt the tail’s warm juices go up inside her, but not coming back out because the end of her tail was still firm. Carefully she slid that part in and out like the boys did with the girls. It made it get stiffer, and more went inside her. Soon she found all that she felt that her tail had nothing left to go inside. It felt wonderful and full. With her panties back on, she hurried from the outhouse toward the group.

As she neared, she heard her siblings telling the others how she was slow in the head and had something odd with her that made her parents keep her home most of the time. They said what her mom had told her brothers. If they even tried to touch her, her mom would cut off their balls. It made the two boys shiver when they looked at her.

Now she had heard her siblings call her slow before. Each time it hurt because she wasn’t stupid or dense. She could read, write, do some advanced math, knew a lot of science, and even more stories about history. Her mom told her to keep that to herself. It was for the best. The times before would cause her to cry. It would have today if not for her finding that having to jump around, to keep from falling down the steep path, made her tail move insider her. The more it moved, the hotter and wetter she became, which in turn made it grow up inside her. Soon it was stiffer than ever before, and she felt it hit the back of her pussy, painfully. When she squeezed her vaginal muscles in pain, she found that pushed some of her tail out. As she walked, she worked on clenching her pussy muscles from the tip down to expel as much of it as she could. Wearing a dress hid it pushing her panties down as she forced it out of her. She found out yet another new thing, her tail could make her cum, but it didn’t shoot anything inside her. That only happened if she rubbed her clit, so she liked that idea to keep from making a huge mess.