Gooday everyone, and welcome back and it’s time for another When Day Breaks and today
we are picking up with the St Elmo’s Fire timeline, Dr Bright, now in flesh form
and Dr Cimmerian who are both on their way to Yellowstone. If you haven’t seen part 1,
make you have or you’re going to very confused. You can find the entire When
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Dr. Cimmerian was sweating through the multiple layers of clothing that covered his face and body.
The threat of moonlight wasn't as serious as the sun, but it had caught more than
a few of his coworkers unaware. The worst part of today though,
was the gurgling sound of the monster that was hiding in this office building's break room.
He called out in a panic for his colleague over the din of the approaching mass of flesh.
The lump of skin and blood knocked over chairs and desks as it flopped end over end in his direction.
Cimmerian slowly moved up the stairwell while trying to activate the weapon in his hands.
The flamethrower clicked and a gout of fuel sprayed out onto the creature,
then a small spark ignited the flames. The flesh ball screeched and shrivelled under the heat,
slowly crackling into lifelessness.
Cimmerian finally breathed again as he stepped back onto something spongy.
He yelled and spun around, weapon raised, ready to engage another monster before it could take him.
"Calm down!" A familiar, if unsettling voice answered back. "It's me."
Cimmerian managed to compose himself fairly quickly.
"Ahh. Bright. Could've used your help about 2 seconds earlier."
"Oh, sorry." And the flesh monster that sounded like Dr. Bright raised up into the night.
"I had to eat a bigger one a floor up."
"So, it's safe to say this place isn't going to be any good for us once dawn hits?"
"I wouldn't say that. I think these lumps were the only ones around here. Did you find any food?"
"Yeah. Chips and stuff. Not a big selection but should be enough to keep me going."
"You could eat the flesh."
"I'm not... look we talked about this. I'm not eating the flesh."
"Yeah, you say that now, but wait until we go a few days without finding any junk food."
"We'll cross that bridge when we... wait. Hold up. Is that what you do?"
"I mean if you're not gonna eat it..." The flesh monster that sounded like Dr. Bright reached a
pseudo-pod out and grasped the charred but still smoking flesh lump at the bottom of the stairs.
Suddenly rows of teeth appeared along the seam that was producing Dr. Bright's voice.
Then it began to eat. Dr. Cimmerian fought back
a rising feeling of nausea in his stomach as Dr. Bright ate the bag of burned flesh and blood.
"You know what, I'm not even that hungry. We should find a place to settle in for the day."
"Mmhm." The creature stopped chewing for a moment. "I'll save the rest for later."
"Great."
Dr. Cimmerian climbed the stairs slowly behind the flowing mass of flesh.
He missed the company of his former MTF teammates from Site-88.
He didn’t blame them. Even he was wary that the flesh creature could turn on him at any moment.
He also half-expected to wake up and discover that this was a fever dream
caused by eating spoiled rations. He pinched himself again. No such luck.
----
Dr. Bright kept part of himself next to Dr. Cimmerian as he slept.
It wouldn't do if Cimmerian died before they got to Yellowstone and reset the planet,
but he had to sleep or else they'd never make it anyway. Not to mention the man was grumpy
as sin if he didn't get at least 4 hours of rest. The temperature began to rise as the
sun started to make its way overhead. The rest of his body was exploring the office building.
This definitely used to be a Foundation front company. All the letterhead said
"Southern Crosscut Pines." Which if he was being honest with himself, was hilariously on the nose.
How come every front company had the initials SCP? Though, seeing claw marks on the floor and pools
of blood where people used to be, he realized that none of that really mattered much anymore.
Anomalous, normal, none of that matters anymore to the people touched by the sun.
A beam of sunshine made its way onto his skin from a hole in the ceiling.
The rush of endorphins... at least it felt that way, came back. That sudden feeling of bliss.
A togetherness that is unparalleled. Unreserved beauty.
His mind flashed back to the Foundation researcher in whose bed he transformed into something new
and different. The confusion of those first few moments as she welcomed the sun's gifts,
and he did not, could not, do so.
The hatred flashed into his mind too. There was something out there that
wanted everything to be a part of it, and he wasn't able to give it what it wanted. And it
hated him for that. The one being it couldn't control. The one thing
it couldn't absorb. The deepness of loathing it could communicate through this brief connection
was wider than anything he could imagine. That anger spanned the solar system and more.
Then the clouds moved in and the sunbeam faded. Dr. Bright rolled his
way through the rest of the building looking for anything that could help
them. ----
"Hey." Dr. Bright nudged Cimmerian.
Cimmerian jostled awake and knocked into the cubicle wall looking for his weapon.
Dr. Bright had already removed it from his reach by the time he came to,
so instead Cimmerian's hands went wildly grasping at nothing before he calmed down. "What."
Dr. Bright spoke through another pseudo-pod that was near Dr. Cimmerian's face.
"I found the exact coordinates. I think, anyway."
"Good. How far from here?"
"A few hundred miles."
"Fair enough. Let me take a leak and eat something and we'll get going."
----
Dr. Cimmerian clocked their ride first,
and started to move quickly towards the vehicle by the shipping containers.
"Shotgun!"
"You can't call... Actually, that's exactly what we did last time."
"Yeah I know I just wanted to say it."
The windows were blacked completely out, but Cimmerian was careful to check for any
flaws in the barrier before he settled into the passenger seat. Nevertheless,
he kept his gear on. He was not about to stake his life against the integrity of the windows.
Bright slowly oozed his way into the driver’s seat, and what of him wouldn't fit,
he wrapped around the outside. Numerous eye stalks popped up on the outside, and the fake
body he formed inside turned the key, pressed the gas pedal and began to shift into drive.
"Let's get back onto the road." ----
Cimmerian hummed to himself at first during the silence of the trip
before finally getting bored. "Hey, you mind if I check the radio?"
"Nah go ahead. I wouldn't bet on anything good though."
"Yeah, I know." He started to turn the dial, and all he heard was static.
Then he caught the edge of a broadcast. He turned the dial back and it came in more clearly.’
"...seek out anyone listening to this. Please, don't be afraid. There's no need for fear anymore.
The bright shining day has finally arrived. Go outside and see the beauty of the day. We
will all be together now. Do not waste your time with fear and hiding. Heaven is here.
Why would you shy away from it? Ahh. I see you now Melanie. Walk towards the light.
Yes. Join us." Dr. Bright's avatar reached a small fake hand out and turned off the radio.
"Ok that was creepy."
"I mean, that's saying something, coming from you."
"Maybe. You don't have any music on your phone?"
"I do but that was weird, right?"
"Yeah, I just said it was creepy."
Cimmerian shook his head. "No, it called out someone by name."
"It probably found them at the same time it was broadcasting."
"How far and how fast can this thing communicate with itself?"
Dr. Bright's not-head dropped slightly. "Instantly, as far as I know."
"You don't find that terrifying?"
"I do. I'm trying not to think about it."
Cimmerian nodded. "Is that why you won't tell me what the transformation is like?"
"You really wanna know? It's completely losing yourself.
I felt something reach into my mind, scoop out my soul and take out all my pain."
"Was that it?”
"They are all there, Cimmerian. Every one of them.
Billions of human souls bound together. I can still hear them if I let it in."
"But the necklace lets you block it out?"
"Yeah, I guess it doesn't like to share.”
There was a long silence as they both let those words sink in.
You wanna try the radio again?"
"Not really. Here, take my phone. Pick out one of my playlists."
"Sweet! I hope you like Taylor Swift" ----
"Hey, Cim. Hey. Hey. Cim.
Wake up!" Bright's voice and hand roused Dr. Cimmerian from dreams of better times.
"I'm up. I'm-I’m up. I’M UP!. Stop poking me."
"We're only a few dozen miles from Yellowstone. It's almost sunrise and the roads stop here.
I think we're gonna have to hoof it tonight."
"There any shelters around here?"
"Yeah, we're at the ranger station. The Foundation security used it as a guard post for SCP-2000.
Perimeter guard you know. They have a cellar inside. Looks like it's got some supplies too.
Not just junk food."
Cimmerian pulled his phone charger cable out of the vehicles USB
port, opened the door, and hopped out.
The slightest bit of daylight was peaking over the horizon. Cimmerian tightened the
scarfs around his neck and walked briskly into the front door of the ranger station.
The building was a wood cabin structure, though it looked more like it had been used for storage.
Boxes and barrels of God-knows what were stacked up all around. The lights and lamps were all dark,
but Cimmerian pulled out his phone and turned on the light. "Hey Bright, where's the cellar?"
Bright oozed in through the front door, or at least as much of him as he could
fit inside comfortably did. "Over here," the strained and distorted voice growled.
Cimmerian walked over and opened the heavy metal door, and then stepped inside.
This was no cellar. It was a bunker. The walls of this bunker were reinforced concrete, as was the
ceiling, with several layers of lead beyond that. “Must be where the guards were meant
to go if 2000 went boom-boom.” There were a few cots against the
far wall, boxes piled high with rations and a whole shelf full of board games.
"Yo Jack, you know how to play Monopoly?"
"Can you play that with just two people?"
"I don't see why not. Wanna find out how I'm probably wrong?"
The flesh lump that had poured itself down with him chuckled deeply.
"Yeah, that's always a good laugh."
"Sounds good to me.
I'll set it... wait." Cimmerian's voice dropped to a whisper as the sound of rushing
air caught both of their attentions. "Keep quiet and keep down. I'll close the door."
Bright's avatar quickly retreated back up the stairs and slowly closed the door.
The rest of Dr. Bright slowly oozed back outside.
A vehicle was approaching fast. He tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible,
but he had no idea how whoever was coming would react to their own vehicle outside.
The sun was just barely cresting over the horizon when he heard it overhead.
The sound wasn't a car. It was a plane. No. it was something else. It was a strange sensation.
His number one priority was protecting the only human being within miles that could potentially
reset the whole planet with the device hidden deep under Yellowstone. What he hadn't considered
was that the rest of the world was continuing on. And hell, maybe they had plans of their own.
He quickly opened the door to the cellar and shoved as much of himself into the room as
would be comfortable. He made sure that it included the necklace, just in case.
Cimmerian barely had time to react before the sound overhead became a deafening roar.
Bright slammed the bunker door shut quickly, cutting a large part of himself off entirely.
Inside, he quickly threw his fist against the lockdown button.
“CIM, GET DOWN” he shouted, throwing himself on top of Cimmerian.
Then a few dozen miles away from them, just above SCP-2000's location,
a blinding light and searing heat turned the other half of Dr Bright into ash
as the nuclear missile detonated in a blast that briefly outshone the sun.
And that concludes part 2 of St Elmo’s Fire, we will continue this storyline a bit later in the
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