The Pegasus Cloth

[Scavs]

"There were lights in the sky, maybe miles upon miles, or maybe not, but the cosmos was exploding, taking the dinosaurs out. Though we seem to think that a sampling of minerals in some layer means it was an asteroid that did it, we now know the asteroid just brought the disease. A disease so powerful, so life altering that the world was taken over by a tiny species that would become the forefathers of the mammalian branch. And now we're going to be the forefathers of something...."

The speech was shit, but Percy didn't care, meeting underground in a crypt on a campus where even the police didn't have access to them. Anyhow, most people were there for the orgy. But Percy knew the story, the opening to this meet every year it glowed with meaning. Studying for his degree in science there had been a visit to a research facility in the arctic where one of the grand maesters, a sort of president of their `fraternity's' alumnus, had arranged for him to borrow some samples. The kindly doctor Spraag lost a toe for getting locked out of the facility, but Percy had done worse things to his families maid as a child, so the good doctor got off light. After getting him out of the way he plugged in a device that copied the computer and corrupted the hard drive, then he stole 4 samples, though he only gave 3 viles of the white powder to the grand maesters, they wouldn't know and he might actually have a chance to figure out what was going on.

Think of it, the story went that this stuff explained why the dinosaurs disappeared, and with the resources of their `club' the fact that Percy could be included obviously meant they thought he could handle being on the inside, or that they thought him an expendable sociopath, either way the power trip for a 22 year old college senior was palpable, and the cocaine didn't hurt either, him and his girlfriend were dipping into the stuff lately, and for an orgy a little chemical wedding was necessary. But Percy stll couldn't steel himself to let anyone else be with Rachel, in his psychotic mind she was the only other human on this planet he had felt an ounce of emotion for since his mother died. After 15 years of thinking the world could go to hell, he was damn proud to have met a woman with not only something to offer him, but who needed nothing from him, she didn't come from money but fit in anywhere. He'd laugh sometimes thinking of parties they might end up at in their life together, but she was a junior, he needed to give her time, but she was the one, he felt it sincerely.

"When are you coming down?" Rach summoned, "We've gotten 12 couples downstairs out of their clothes and the champaigne is running out."

"Well thats why I have the stuff in my sock drawer, yayo." She opened up the drawer and reaching past some questionable reading material grabbed the controlled substances. "I"m gonna wait on you downstairs," She whispered in his ear her blood-red fingernail tipped hands caressed his shoulders.

He knew she wouldn't understand why he needed time alone, but he had this thought that all the politicians, the rock stars and movie people, before they have to do anything important they need a moment alone, to really appreciate the severity of things, like now: he had to fulfill some stupid tradition that would of disappeared years ago if not for the hippies, but since then the elite class had really gone down hill. The moaning from downstairs was overpowering. Drinking drugs, nobody seemed to appreciate what ruling the world meant right out the gate. But he felt like he did, it had to do with people like Rachel, who could be anywhere actually be able to end up anywhere, though with him she would only hit the top....just have to get themselves to quit using a certain white powder.

That made him think, he reached into his sock drawer, did a little, looked in the mirror, loosened his tie, and then his heart started to speed up, he was sweating and felt a wooosh! in his shoulders down to his stomach, and threw up. As he wiped the drizzle off his lips it hit him, this was his stash. What had Rachel taken downstairs? The moaning didn't sound fun any more, the music was skipping, but nobody was doing anything about it.

Maybe they're just so buzzed? No, they're not that many lightweights, someone would...so does this mean...?

The door opened, Rachel's red fingernail polish was dripping, stiff fingers, almost clawing the door open, and a naked woman stood in front off Percey with his girlfriends arm and shoulder in her hands, tendon and flesh hanging from her mouth, the blood almost as much as finding his mother at the bottom of the empty pool, smashed bottle of gin and head pointing the wrong way. He was a child, a simple child, and everything he wanted, and all the things he'd worked for were getting chewed up in some sorority girls bleached white teeth. He rushed out the room down the steps to the living area, bruises forming on flesh as what appeared to be all his friends eating each other, naked, smoke from a dropped cigarette or something, a couple mindlessly humping but nothing happening, not really. He pulled for the door, reached-nothing, locked. Remembering his phone, reached into his pocket and called the campus police, and actual humans answered, but what they had to say, "Sorry, that place is off limits to us, you'd have to call the CIA or something to get in there. We only make minimum wage."

[MyLittleHellhound]

WOW! thats a great intro!! keep it going!