the Scorpitairan Files

Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Kreyen (Crane), I am male about 65 now, I would suspect. It has been a while since I took the time to think about more than just survival. I was born at the end of the 20th century, and due to this, had to fight through wars that were not only off homeland but, also in the heart of my land. I will get to those times and hopefully pass them quick. I have to allow you to know of the survival and life that I have known.

You see there was a time that I did know that was not so full of hate, pain, and destruction. Yes, there was a time that I knew peace and happiness as well as solitude and unity within myself. These are the stories of my time.

I shall finish my introduction with my physical attributes. I am 6'0" approximately 175 lbs, and I am toned for a thin old man. In my youth I was in much better shape but don't allow what you see to fool you, I am as good as I was once.

I have mid-back length (more grey) Gray-brown hair, blue as ice eyes, and a light beard that I keep trimmed. You would not know the strength I have until I have to show it. But I digress. My child hood I feel is were we should start. There are no villeins in this story so, please do not read too much into the characters I may encounter.

Enter

The first memory I can think of is really a whopper, because I was in my own back yard when it happened. I was about 5 years old, and my mother was in the front garden weeding and tilling for her plants. I was in the back yard playing with a hose when I looked behind me and some one was standing in the doorway. (I did not know it back then but around the age 16 I learned that the house had some lady burn herself alive in the kitchen. I had no idea that that had happened for 11 years.) - I only bring that story up because throughout my childhood I have encountered spirits of those whom have passed from this world. Not only the good but also the bad, and have only encountered a few demons that blessings took care of. -

My mother didn't even know that it had happened till I was walking out the front door looking for her. I thought it was my mom, but it was not. My mom confirmed that by exclaiming "No, dear,. I have been here tending to this garden see." My question was, "were you going to get me some water? or was that you in the kitchen?" I can't remember how I worded it, but it must have scared my mom enough to move us far away from that house.

In elementary school I was made fun of for not wanting to use the boys restroom that was within eye shot of the classroom, because there was a boy that would not leave me alone. He was always in there and would not stop watching me. There were times that he would push others when they were in that restroom with me. He, however, never messed with me. THAT was freaky, but convenient and did come in handy one time. It was a few years before middle school (junior high) and I was getting bullied on the playground by some of my class mates. This was normally during recess or just after lunch when we had the time to spend outside, while waiting for the rest of the class to eat and come out. We lined up and headed in. Before heading to the classroom, we would stop by the restrooms and have to go in 4 kids at a time. It never failed, normally it was just me cause I would try to be last, and would head in with one of the other kids. Once in a while, unfortunately, I would be sent in with 1 to 3 of the bullies.

Anyway, this time when we were in there, I could feel the other boy staring at me. I looked in the mirror (where I could always see where he was.), and seen that he was not glaring at me like he usually does, and just before I turned around I saw him stand about 10 feet from the bigger bully. Not that i was staring at the mirror but i did look back for about ten seconds. Long enough for Drent (the bigger bully) to catch my turning my head back.

"What? What the HELL are you looking at?" Drent exclaimed, pretending to be shocked.

"I just was...." he cut me off before I could finish stammering my words out.

"You were watching me PEE!!?" again he yelled

"NO!, I was just..." he cut me off again. I was done and had started flushing the toilet. it muffled his voice and I didn't quite catch what he said "...Just looking over so I knew that you knew where your place was." I cleared my throat cause he looked confused. "This way you don't pee on me again, I was making sure that you had enough space." I laughed, more to myself than out loud.

He flushed and took two steps toward me and "slipped" (got pushed by the 'other kid') into the sink, his chest bounced off the it and he hit the ground. I guess the wind got knocked out of him cause he laid on the floor gasping for air. Grown (a smaller version of Drent.), rushes out to get the nurse and all I can think to do is to see if he is okay.

I took two steps toward him and I noticed that in the mirror the Other Kid was holding Drents chest down. I looked into the mirror and told him to stop. He must have heard me cause he left. Well, sort of, he stepped back into the shadows as the door in the bathroom flung open.

Drent was still on the floor, and slowly catching his breath. He stammered while trying to say that I had hit him and knocked the wind out of him. Grown, said that all he heard was a bang and than watch his brother fall to the ground. He didn't know if I was close enough to hit him or not.

Come Junior High, around 9th grade otherwise known as a freshmen, the bullying never really stopped, but it didn't really get worse. I started working as a lawnmower around my neighborhood since i was 12. Then in 9th grade I got a job washing dishes, and started putting some money into martial arts at the local Do-jo.

I guess it wasn't enough that I was able to take them on one at a time, but then in high school it was more, like, the football team versus me. Wow, this sucks. BUT not my fault if they get hurt right. For the most part I would just misdirected them into each other and made them hurt themselves. In the end they would break each other, and I really didn't have to exert much energy. Once in a while they would One on One with me, but that was not very often.

I excelled in the classes I wanted to take, but I did have a high tolerance to math, it kind of came easy to me. Automotive Repair, Metals, and Home Economics were just a few that I really enjoyed. But that did not help why I was picked on.

During this whole time of trying to dodge the paranormal and bullies, I also had to deal with an angry father. If he was a drunk than I could have given him an excuse. I was his punching bag; physically, verbally, and emotionally. Fucks the psychi a bit for sure. Needless to say my dad had the gull to five ultimatums and one was that, when we boys become men, we must serve our god or our country.

In this case I replied well, I don't believe in your God so I will serve my country. When I graduated I enlisted in the Army. Not the best idea for someone like me I guess. On one hand, I had no problems in Basic Training, nor in Advanced Individual Training. These courses taught us, first how to be a soldier and second how to do the job we chose. It was after a few months that I was with my unit that we were at the ranges qualifying with our weapons. This is was when the wars started.

Rising

In the Army I was supposed to be a cook, so qualifying with my weapon was just something we 'had' to do. I was good, natural talent from Basic forward. It was just one of those things that came naturally to me. I remember anticipating my turn to get up and get off the course. I was not a big fan of having to qualify every 3 to 6 months. But that's the army way, or so it seemed. Long story short, I was picked up by the elite group and was no longer just a cook.

War, well, that is just where people get sent to go die. Either on base "home" for all thoughts of any sort of refuge, our out in the field because you are the enemy in their eyes. This is not your homeland, but this is a place where you know it is not likely you will be returning to your true home. (if you have one to go back to.)

Some unfortunate souls like mine, were lucky enough to excel in one specific skill, and that was refined in order to bring light to your full potential. We were the unseen, lawless, assassins that haunted the enemies dreams at night, if they were lucky enough to get any. We could hide in plain sight, and move like ghosts through their strongholds. We were a deadly mist that left rivers of blood in our wake. The only thing they feared more than us, was the military force that, they didn't know, controlled us. We were few, roughly 25 highly trained soldiers that could not be stopped no mater the defense.

After years of service, the tole of death that was taken on my soul, forced me several times to attempt to take my own life. Nothing, ever, would have prepared me for the reincarnation or rebirth I ended up going through. Not saying that i died and came back as someone else starting over from infancy. I just died and went through what most people would call the here after, or the beyond.

Let's call it the darkness. In the darkness you can see through your mind, you hear everyone telepathically and you sense objects through your 'body' or form.

Spirits of the Night

After a burage of gunfire, incoming and out going, I felt the entire vehicle rock and that's when I went black the first time. My body was heavy but I could move easily if I could get up. I shifted my self and fell to the sand below. When I stood up I could see my body, lifeless, so I tried to pull my arm but my hands just slipped through. I looked to the back of the vehicle and there was no longer a turret. Instinctively I looked into the backseat and only saw the bottom half of my gunner. In the distance I could see a lump, with two sticks waving. THAT? That has to be my gunner. This brought me back to my body.

My head hurt, I could not feel my legs, and I looked behind me. I saw what I already knew was going to be behind me. I cut myself loose, and fell from the vehicle. Dazed, I tried to stand and fell. My legs couldn't hold me in the condition they were in. I saw bones sticking out but I could not feel my body. I was in shock, I knew I was in shock, and so, numb, I crawled myself over to my gunners torso and latched his Load bearing harness to mine to drag him back with me. He was hardly alive, and was returning fire as I pulled both our bodies out of the range of accuracy for the enemy. I wish I would have died that day, that is not the darkest of my days. I will not release that information at this time. It does not play hand yet.

After we had returned to 'safety' I hailed for a medvac. This meant to send someone to rescue the dead and/or wounded. We had finished clearing the enemies lives by the time our convoy had turned and returned to us. 5 cars, and we were taken out. We never stopped fighting till the fight stopped. Learning to walk again was 9 months of hell, and a lifetime of numbness. There was no work for people like me, I could not hold down a job for longer than a few months. My world and the real one clashed, hitting harder if I had to go without medications that made me feel like a zombie. Only no craving for brains. My friend the botanist gave me some tea that he said would help me rest. Said that the tea would help me fight the demons of my past and let go of the things that are holding me to them.

The condition my brain was in destroyed me mentally. I found myself (on more than one occasion) at the wrong end of a suicide note. Though, this time there were huge reasons: second wife divorcing me, unstable home-life and children are taken, depression sets in, anxiety rears up, it's almost time for work and my phone service is out so I can't even call in. I am a wreck. I have to go into the store (in hysterics) and talk to my coworker, and the new manager. I am freaking out and on the verge of attempting suicide. I try to explain my situation, and that I just cannot come in tonight. The next thing I know I am fired. ----- ------ ------ -------------------- I FAILED AGAIN!!!

My job, GONE. Wife, LEFT. CHILDREN? WITH THE WIFE....... MY LIFE.......... gone...

I spend $15.00 on energy drinks, I walk home. It's dark and cool. I have a long walk to think about what I am going to do. I walk in the middle of the road. No cars, just my luck. As I walk over a bridge, were train track go under, I stop. I look and I think. I think I stayed there for a while wondering when the next train would be passing under. I could jump and that would be it. I must have stood there for a few minutes, maybe 10 or so. But there were no trains, not even one. I walk on toward the road that turns off to my house. Then I hear it, the train, far enough away that I can make out the head light and hear the horn, but not to actually see the engine itself. I get home, and start looking for a big bottle of sleeping pills. My heart starts racing in anticipation in finding these pills prescribed to my second wife. If my calculations are correct, adrenaline and a slowing heart rate has the tendency to make involuntary muscles/organs stop working. I opened the freshly refilled bottle of 125 pills, one at a time, I must have downed about 75 or more before passing out.

I remember, awakening in total darkness, but I could see everything around me. I was encompassed in the weightlessness of being my essence. There was nothing out of the ordinary here, trees still blew in the wind, rain still fell from the ski, but there was no earth under my feet, or at least no sense of ground where I stood. This place was open fields that had a bustle of people passing this way and that. Though no one really stopped to talk they just had their 'spark' flicker on and I catch parts of sentences, but not much else. I look around and note that this place is different from what stories tell of this side.

Then the pain coursed through my body, a surge straight through my chest and a bright white light pierced my eyes. I felt my brain shatter and reform, I felt fire being prodded into my penis, and my heavy lifeless body burn with sour gratitude as they medics lay me on a stretcher carting me off to the hospital. This was the end and beginning of my life.

New End

I guess you could say the new beginning I had got was a shock and a half. Life seemed to be gray and dull. Nothing seemed right. I started talking to a therapist and he told me to meditate and ponder for a while about what I feel I need to be doing. Now, let's get this straight I already meditate, but I have no direction. So I was not getting anywhere faster than standing still. I needed some help, and some advice. I started talking to other people that the therapist referred me to. It was there at this place of peace that you could feel the calm in the air, vibrant and as the soft woodwind music playing in the background.

I was greeted by a lady who knew who I was, and why I was there. We walked into a room in the back for personal guided meditations conducted exclusively by this lady. She would record the session so that she could review it with you when she was done, and would walk though the steps as we proceeded. I never once felt negativity from her and that, I think is was helps drive me these days. It is peaceful now, there are not may humans left in this world and I am not sure if I really could classify myself as one after all that I have found.

The awakening that I had gone through, set my soul free. I was able to do more and grow as a sort of power rose through me. I can not explain what it truly is, most may call it magic or chi, but I call it personal energy. This comes into play as my story goes on.

It wasn't long after I found my talent of energy manipulation that I found it comes with a heavy toll. To boost my abilities I must meditate for at least four hours every day, get a full six hours rest and constantly be storing and filtering nature and personal energy. By this time the wars from afar came to homeland. I stay only to protect what is mine. I know no other home, and this is the land I choose to defend. My life, my soul, my honer for my home. That is my personal creed and that is something no one can take from me. I build myself as a worrier does while he is readying for battle.

I can hear shouting in the streets, and the painful wailing of death crawling like spiders up my spine, the memories of the Hell I left not that long ago, were they just back to haunt me like in my dreams, NO! This was real, I could see mobs of people falling to the ground and lightning flashes shot at ground level. I hears bullets whizzing by my ears, and knew it was time to fight again. This time they are on my land and I will show no mercy.

In the Streets

In the night the street lamps stopped working and people were advised to stay inside. Stores were closed throughout the night, and the diners and fuel stations were normally closed. Fuel Stations could only be open from noon until 7pm, diners opened at 8am and closed at 7pm, grocery stores become ration supply centers. Once every week on a certain day your family could gather rations. They set it up in alphabetical order from family name to head of house holds first name. During the nights no one left their houses and there was watches performed by a mix of military and city police. The National Guard became the watchdogs of the city boarders, and the city police were more like the ones holding their leashes.

They were indiscriminate and held to the law to the fullest extent. Drugs were no longer a problem, harvesting crops became a communal effort weather or not you wanted to. WE the people started to get tired of being pushed around by the government and started our own private security. This would include people whom are between the ages 21 - 55 years of age. These people would get paid to walk children home from school, or employees to their vehicles when the days business is done. These people would have paid training, unarmed -except in positions where being armed would have to be required, or is required by the employer-, background checks would be done to ensure the safety of our clients and quality of our employees.

We started with local and then it grew, rather quickly. We began to get different nicknames for our services, but my favorite will always be 'the Forces Beyond'. We could stop people from getting hurt and help those that needed it. The world became very dark and war is never a good place, I wanted to make something that could make a difference but what I had done was light a candle in a dark room, and someone pushed it too far. I wanted to help the common man and stand up for justice like we should. Then one day my simple advice of 'back off, I don't want to hurt you.' slipped out and drew attention to a captin that was too full of himself.

ME? you are going to hurt ME?? He laughed in my face.

If I have to... was all I replied.

We danced; he was throwing punches and kicks that were easily dodged or blocked. You can stop making a fool of yourself any time now. I said with a smile on my face. This enraged him I could tell, he started getting angry and yelled stay still fucker, and let me hit you once, you will see what i can do.

SO, I did just that, I stood still as he punched me across the face. I laughed as he brought another up to strike my ribs. I simply punched forward and he hit the ground with force. Sliding 5 feet from me head first into a curb and was rendered unconscious for a short amount of time. His buddies saw him hit the ground and were shocked so naturally the thought they would jump in to help out the fight. The did not last long and more of my security guards had to join in. This slowly took over the land and other nations were involved just to try to break up the fight. It was insane, but in the turmoil of war nuclear power plants exploded and many human lives were taken. Radiation swept the globe and wiped out most of the human and animal life.

I survived but I do not know what life is like on the surface level. I don't even know if it is safe yet to go out on the surface.