"The style is direct as a knife to the heart." Shaun Hutson... Garry Charles once again brings words to the page that will bring a touch of ice to your veins with the latest addition to the Twisted Imaginings series. You'll never look at a greenhouse the same way again and the future just became a darker place to live.
“I wasn’t born in the natural way. I wasn’t created like most babies. My parents broke every taboo and possibly most of the laws about childbirth and the conception of new life. Science played no part in my unique life and, unlike other children; I did not come in to this life from a tube in a lab. I was an abomination. I was the first one to enter the world via the fleshy lips of my mother’s vag--a.
My conception was kept a close guarded secret by all of those involved. My part in their bigger plan was something that could never be uncovered. The close circle that did know the truth were all family members, sworn by oath to keep the knowledge of my creation a secret. The family could always be trusted and they knew that their children’s future rested on my, as yet, unborn shoulders. If I had known the weight I was expected to carry would I have remained in the womb, clinging tightly to the safety of the umbilical cord? I don’t know; much has happened in that time and it is a question I am unwilling (or is that unable) to answer.
I have been told that my birth was not the easiest of matters. The family may have been close, but no one had the knowledge to bring a child into the world. It was beyond their simple existence. They had hoped it would be an easy affair, nothing more than a push and out I would come. This is not the way it came to pass. Unfortunately outsiders had to be brought in.
They brought two of them back to the valley, a doctor and a nurse. It has all been documented and it can be found in the Third Bible. The Book of Sacrifices. Matthew 2.1. I understand that this won’t be something you know of, this heathen world you call society has no such history. Religion is a concept that was stripped away many moons ago, after the fire burned the sky and the sea. But I can assure you that the message I bring is the only truth left. It saddens me to see how you all live your lives with blinkered vision. If only you would open your eyes and accept the words I offer you.” The long haired man paused.
He looked around the crowded room and smiled at them. The smile was obscured by the ragged beard that covered his lower face, but many were comforted by the softness in his expression. They would never be able to explain the feelings this stranger aroused deep in their being. This was a culture unused to emotions and the very ideas of happiness, sadness and fear were alien to them. They knew that the programme kept them in a state of normalcy, but they could never understand what it was to have fun. Yes, they cheered when they were ordered, but why they did this was something they couldn’t grasp. It was how things were meant to be.
But now he had arrived and was asking them to question the way of the world. They didn’t want to listen; they wanted the programme to continue so they could complete their task.
“Who the f--k is he?” Malcolm Hendrix asked as he barged his way into the control centre. “And what the f--k is he doing in my station?”
Unlike the masses Hendrix had full control of his emotions, something that made him better than the commoners who filled his studios everyday. He was put on this Earth to control and pacify, a job handed to him by the man at the top. He could still remember the day, all those years ago, when the president had called him into the sanctum and passed on the role. It was the day he had waited for all of his life, hell, it was the reason he had been cultivated. It had said so on the test tube.