Dark

by JD Jones

Chapter Five

  Gol sat around the table with his brothers. The darkness of the warehouse closed in around them in the quiet of the deserted location. They sat close together so loud voices were unnecessary. They could have used their spiritual voices but that would have alerted anyone hunting them from the spiritual planes to their whereabouts in the earthly plane. Some may have guessed they were here in the earthly plane, but none knew exactly where they were or what exactly their plan was.

  The insemination of Joe's mother, Alicia Cranston, was not a part of their plan. The seed had been released too soon. They had to decide their next course of action. All but Gol thought that action was simple. Since it was Gol's seed, he was less determined to deal with the errant insemination than the others.

  “It has to be done, brother,” Ish repeated the consensus they had been discussing for the last ten minutes.

  “We can not risk the detection of the other inseminations because of this one.” Tos stated flatly.

  “I understand, brothers,” Gol was trying to think of a way to save his seed. None came to mind.

  It was plain. The errant insemination would have to be terminated. Of course, termination of the seed would require ending the life of the host. Alicia Cranston would have to die to keep their secret. Until they were ready, keeping the secret was paramount.

  “I'll make the necessary arrangements,” Gol gave in to the counsel of his brothers. He could not risk their seeds just because his had gone astray.

  Joe was miserable. The more he thought about it the more he regretted ever getting involved with Gol and the Alliance. Now it was all wrong. He had imagined a great ending with himself being promoted to some kind of a success story. Now, no matter how he looked at it, he had involved his mother and changed the plans of the Alliance by doing so without really meaning it. Gol was furious. He guessed it was about the seed being implanted wrongly or at least not optimally.

  He also had his own problem. Releasing the seed prematurely had its complications for him also. The pain of the transferal was not going away. Usually it subsided after a few minutes and things got back to normal. This time it was obvious to him that something was really wrong. It felt like there was a branch still twisting around inside of him. It extended all the way into his stomach, too. Like maybe the seed had torn a bad path getting out of him. It was the only explanation he could come up with. And there was blood this time, too. There never was blood before. Only an uncomfortable feeling. The blood worried him. It had been six hours and it still was not stopping.

  Packing a white t-shirt into his pants, he zipped up and put on his shirt and shoes. He had made a decision. He had to go to the emergency room. As embarrassing as it might be, he had to get some help. He couldn't sit there and just bleed to death. Whether what he did was right or wrong, he needed help now. Joe made his way downstairs to his car. He had no idea what story he was going to give the doctors. He hoped something would come to him on the way to the hospital. Either way, story or no story, he had to get some help. He was bleeding to death.