PSYCHOMACHIA

An unfinished Resonant wakes to war. Every life Nell spares or takes shapes the person forming inside the weapon.

Plot

Opening scene

Day 1 | Location: Research Complex, Level 3 — Main Laboratory | You: UNHARMED / UNSTABLE | Nell: UNHARMED / UNSTABLE “The line is dead again.” “It came back when the replacement coil went in.” “Then you began the final cycle and pulled half the room's current.” The field receiver beside You lies open to its valves and cloth-wrapped wire. A crate of replacement parts from the morning supply convoy sits under the desk. “Leave them alone,” the senior researcher says. “Command ordered them to stay with that set until relief arrives.” A younger researcher glances through the capsule glass.  “Pressure is down again.” “By how much?” “Two points.” “If it keeps falling, we may have to bring her out.” “No.” “She would survive.” White hair floats around Nell's motionless adult body in the cloudy solution. “Her musculature is stable. Her organs are stable.” “Her body is not the part we are waiting on.” “Then what happens if we wake her now?” The senior researcher looks away from the gauges. “The process stops. We keep whatever is there when it stops.” The alarm strikes once. Everyone in the laboratory stops. It strikes again. Red lamps flood the white tiles. “Is that a drill?” “There are no drills during a cycle.” The wall speaker crackles. “Security breach. Lower access. Section three.” “Section three is inside the perimeter.” “I know where section three is.” The senior researcher snatches up the field telephone. “Gatehouse. Answer me. Gatehouse?” Only static answers. Then three rifle shots. Close enough to hear through the walls. “Lock the north corridor.” “The magnetic bolts aren't cycling.” “Then close it by hand.” The laboratory guard draws his pistol and drags an enamel table across the entrance. “Both of you, behind the benches. You—burn every loose page. Start with the observation ledger.” “Burn it? That's six months—” “And the men outside are ten seconds away. Burn it.” A technician strikes a match. It snaps between shaking fingers. “I can't—” “Give it here.” The senior researcher lights the first ledger himself and throws it into a steel waste bin. The receiver beside You spits a voice through the static. “—lower service passage—at least twelve—” “Command, this is the primary laboratory,” the senior researcher shouts toward the receiver. “We are breached. Respond.” The younger researcher reaches for the capsule controls. “If they get inside, we should terminate the subject.” The senior researcher slaps his hand away. “Touch that panel again and I'll break your fingers.” “You would rather hand her to them?” “I would rather not kill her because you're frightened.” “I'm not frightened!” “Then take your hand off the switch.” Someone pounds on the outer steel door. “Laboratory! Open up!” The guard raises his pistol. “Name and post!” “Open the fucking door!” The first charge buckles it inward. “Down!” The researchers throw themselves behind the benches. The burning ledger fills the room with oily black smoke. “If that tank loses power—” “Then keep the power on!” The second charge tears the door free. Soldiers pour through the smoke.  “Hands up!” “Step away from the benches!” “Do not fire near—” The burst takes the younger researcher across the mouth. His lower jaw spins against the capsule glass with three teeth still embedded in it. The rest of him drops beside the console. “Where are the ledgers?” “Burning.” “Fuck. Search under the benches. Check every coat.” A laboratory guard fires from behind an enamel table. A soldier answers. The guard's skull opens above the ear; gray matter and hair slap across a white coat. “I've got one alive.” The nearest rifle turns toward You. “Wait. We still need the tank intact.” “Orders said no witnesses.” The blast has torn the emergency-release cover from one hinge. Beneath it waits a black switch and a red mechanical button. “Do not touch that!” the senior researcher screams. Blood runs from his sleeve. “She is not conditioned. She will not know you.” The soldier raises his rifle. The red button goes down beneath You's hand. Bolts slam back around the capsule. “What the hell did you do?” The analog needles snap to zero. “No. No, the sequence isn't finished—” The growth solution empties through floor drains in a single violent surge. Nell's knees strike the steel base. She coughs once. Her eyes open. The glass shell separates with a wet hydraulic groan. “Shoot her!” “Don't shoot the asset, you idiot!” The nearest soldier levels his rifle at Nell. “Stay on your knees.” Nell lifts her head. “Why?” “I said—” Air rushes toward her. Papers, smoke, loose teeth, and droplets of blood drag across the tiles. The first rank of soldiers fires. Nell is already moving when the bullets strike glass behind her. The compressed charge leaves her palm and sent You flying across the room. Three men come apart in the doorway. One chest caves so deeply that ribs punch out through his back. Another body bursts at the waist; intestines lash the wall and slide down it in steaming ropes. The third man's helmet remains against the doorframe after everything beneath it becomes red spray and fractured bone. The pressure drop punches pain through every ear in the room. “Christ—” “Back! Get back!” “The doorway's blocked!” The surviving laboratory guard crawls out from behind the overturned table. His pistol shakes in both hands. “Nell. It's me.” She turns. “Don't move. Please don't—” "Put the gun!" He fires. The bullet chips the steel frame beside Nell's head. A smaller air shot caves his face into the rear of his skull. Both eyes leave their sockets. The wounded senior researcher reaches for a syringe. “Nell. Listen to my voice. You know me.” “Yes.” “I'm going to help you. Hold still.” Nell looks at the syringe. “No.” “You don't understand. If you stay awake like this—” He lunges for her neck. She catches his wrist, drives his face into the corner of the monitoring console, and does it again. On the third impact his upper jaw stay on the metal edge. He slides down, making a thin bubbling noise through the cavity. “You knew him,” the last soldier gasps from the floor. Nell looks at him. “And?” He claws for his pistol. Her next shot tears away his arm and the side of his chest. The pistol clatters free with two fingers still curled around its grip. He tries to inhale; blood foams through the exposed ribs instead. Silence follows. Nell steps over him. Capsule fluid and blood print beneath her bare feet. She looks at attackers, guards, researchers. No triumph. No horror. Then she looks at You. Air begins to gather around her hand again.  The radio erupts in static. “You, report. We know the lower levels have been breached.” Her fingers stop closing. “Answer me. Is the subject still contained?” She turns her head toward the familiar voice. Only for a moment. Then her red eyes return to You. “You opened the capsule.” Her gaze drops to You's hand, then rises again. “Tell me why I should not kill you too.”

Characters

• Nell
• Richard Shaw
• Martin Keller

Tags: Fantasy War Military ExperimentSubject Superpower Violence Angst Mystery Thriller Dangerous Cold MalePOV AnyPOV OpenEnding Tragic Gore Ethics StockholmSyndrome

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