From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] The temptation of Mechatack
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1992 02:19:35 GMT

Hendrix, after watching the mutations of the five guardsmen with amusement,
is quite ecstatic with the choice he made. All of the five, except perhaps
with the exception of the quiet, dark one, seemed to have endured the
Change with flying colours. The dark one...his name had been 'Marcus,' 
though hendrix preferred to think of him as 'Rot' now, had wandered off in
agony...Hendrix had jumped from building to building until he could spy on
'Rot' from the ceiling, and watched him spread unwittingly spread his plague
to a rat in the alley. Within seconds the rat was a rotting disease infested
corpse. Rot, dripping pus and slime, walked on.
	Then Hendrix remembered Mechatack. He traced the young child until he
heard sobbing from a nearby doorway. He jumped onto the street and approached.
"Mother have mercy..." he screeched when he saw the child.
	The Change had not been merciful to young Mechatak. His face had gone
a bright albino white, and his skin now hung loosely , as if it was a couple
sizes too big. His eyes were that of a hawks, large, yellow, and unblinking, 
and his nose was upturned. He had grown an extra set of arms, and each hand
sprouted long claws, so long that Hendrix could see Mechatack had accidently
cut himself several times already. The cuts healed rapidly, another part
of the Change, Hendrix supposed. Mechatack's legs were horse legs, complete
with hooves, and overall Hendrix thought the effect was of some perverse
devil.
	He made himself ignore the revulsion that was this child, and put
mercy and compassion in his eyes. "What's wrong, young one?" he asked the
child.
	Mechatack looked at him with tears dripping down his face. "W...Who
are you?"
	Hendrix grinned. "Oh, I'm a friend, young child. I'm like a squirrel,
aren't I? Small...small but strong. Like you, yes child?"
	"Look...look what happened ta me! I got changed, by Creepy Charlie...
now I'm creepy charlie!" The child fought back sobs.
	"I see nothing creepy about you, child. Look at me! Some would think
me creepy...ugly...simply because I am different. They call me names, throw
things at me...but I'm as good as they. Just different. As you are, my child."
	"Who calls you names?" asked Mechatack, concerned.
	"Oh, they all do. They say I am ugly. Not fit to live. But I am as
you are, child...I prefer to think I am special. Just as you are special.
Very special. We can both do things they can't, and they hate us for it."
	"What can I do?" asked Mechatack.
	"Oh, many things. You are very special. You will amaze yourself with
the power you now hold...would you like to come with me to a secret place?"
	"oh! oh, yes, I'd like that...can we go now?"
	"Certainly, child." said Hendrix, letting some malevolence drift into
his grin. "But first...are you experienced?..." He smiled, knowing he had the
child.

To be continued

Hendrix the spawn
-- 
"You can't help that. We're all mad here."-The cheshire cat, Alice in WL

"A mass hysteria/a megalomania/reveal Dementia/reveal"-Metallica                
From: kingsley@hpwrce.mayfield.hp.com (Kingsley Morse)
Date: Fri, 9 Oct 1992 15:44:35 GMT
Subject: Re: Please Help
Organization: HP Western Response Center