Sacrifice To A Fiction

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Thomas looked down at the ground below him. Blood. His. He knew that he had finally accomplished what he had tried to do for years. His sacrifice was complete, his duty served. He was one with the glory, one with Fiction.
As I looked out through the window of my vehicle I smiled. Human behavior was extremely interesting. They almost always tried to run one another down when one attempted to cross the white lines. This car was interesting. Known as the Aston Martin Vulcan, it was extremely fast on all terrain. The perfect combo for my mission today. As I hit the highway I accelerated down the stretch. The Nexus had been disturbed. Time and space were threatened. This couldn’t get out of hand.
I arrived at the house at 1200 hours. Noon. I grabbed a silenced pistol and strode through the door. Silence. Then I saw the blood. And a thrashed computer. And a book. Taking it in hand I walked up the stairs. This person has a relationship, with a computer program. Chuckling I came across the body. I found a symbol carved in their chest. The pentagram. True love. He did love her. The pentagram, the true symbol of Venus. The East Star followed the shape of a Pentagram across the sky. The Greeks, decided that was to be the symbol of Venus. The planet and the god. Now the person I stood above had just performed the Ritual Of Sacrifice. Only, it was to something that others wouldn’t understand. This person was trying to become a part of the internet. Very, very disturbing.
Dawn shown through the windows of the house by the time I exited. The person was 15 years old. They were skilled with technology and had developed the program known as PHI-L-ip. It was a personal health monitor. Known as Phillip it had been purchased by a larger company called Macio Software. They had introduced him to a interactive program, one which could love. "Thomas", as he was called, fell in love. In a last ditch attempt to be one with her, he had carved the pentagram into his chest and attempted the Sacrifice of Fiction. It had failed. But not entirely. I had to get to a lab. Slamming on the gas petal, my Vulcan flew down the gravel road. Destination: CERN Labs, Switzerland.
I reformed on the Nexus Main Hall. After hours of looking, nothing. No files to help me find Macio, or the program. They just seem to have dissipated into nothing. Taking off my suit, jacket, and tie, I sat down. Alone, gazing out at the cosmos. Fascinating.
Category:Creepypasta
Category:Supernatural