Author: MerlionMaple PM
In 1968, a series of letters were exchanged between the President of the United States and the Director of the CIA. The letters all discussed a certain "experiment". Forty-five years later fifteen year old Saul McKagan wakes up on a mysterious island, with no clue as how he had gotten there. Mysterious phenomena plagues him and he ends up entangled in a secret that will shock you.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure/Mystery - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,084 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 07-20-12 - Published: 07-16-12 - id: 3042498
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To, Lyndon B Johnson; 36th President of The United States
I assure you that the need for such a project is greater now than ever. No one is certain how long the war in Vietnam and indeed, against all of communism will last. Soviet Russia goes stronger as we speak. Our nuclear weapons no longer serve any cause other than that of fear. The Soviets have already developed similar weapons and as such the use of our own will only induce Armageddon. No, the time for weapons of mass destruction have come to pass. The need for a much different type of warfare has arrived; a type of warfare that can only be initiated with the project we are discussing. We do have the technology to pursue this and as such the project is far from "ambitious". It is in fact, highly plausible that the expected benefits will indeed be reaped from such a venture. As far as monetary problems are concerned you need not worry, our agency requires no additional funding from your side, we just ask that for the sake of the people of the United States of America and the those of the world, that you allow us to proceed and in doing so, put a stop to the devilish policy that is communism.
The Director of the Central Intelligence Agency of America
9th February 2012
"Welcome to the Island. Level One begin.". When Saul heard the voice, he hoped that it had all just been a bad dream. He hoped that he was back at home and that the voice was just his mother yelling at him to get out of bed. He couldn't have been more wrong. The voice itself was machinate, empty and hollow. He had never heard anything so devoid of life. It seemed to have no origin, just magnitude. What the voice said, or rather, the lack of what it said only served to send even more fear coursing through his entire being. Ever so slowly, Saul sunk to his knees. He was shattered, there was no other way to put it. His mind went numb and his body went cold. He was absolutely shattered. He wasn't able to form any rational thoughts, he felt emotionally and mentally wasted, he had no idea what had happened to him. In denial, he attempted to process his current situation. He tried to cast his mind back to his last memories in an attempt to piece together his predicament. Though his memories came back slowly at first he soon regained most of them. Try as he might however, the last thing he recalled was going to bed the night before how he had stayed awake for a while and how he had been afraid to fall asleep because of the nightmares that he knew would plague him. And that was it, he remembered nothing else, just waking up in this, this, beach?
He opened his eyes as he realised for the first time, that he had not even the slightest idea as to where he was. He gazed around, desperate for some light. The sounds of waves crashing rang in the background while the uncomfortable feeling of sand under his feet disturbed him. He strained to make out something, anything, perhaps a boat or a lighthouse. No luck. There was either nothing in the distance or it was just too dark to see. "Why is it so damn dark? I've never been anywhere this dark before, there isn't even an inkling of light anywhere. What the hell..." he thought to himself, confounded. Then it dawned on him, nowhere could possibly be this dark, unless, unless of course, there was no moon. He raised his head to the heavens and nearly lost his senses right then and there.
Not only was the moon not present, the stars, every one of the stars, where missing in action too. "I'm going mad aren't I, there just can't be any other explanation, I'm must be going mad. That's not too bad, I would rather be insane then where I am now. Insanity I can handle, this, I'm not sure...". His thoughts wandered off to better times, still hoping that would be waking any time now and that he could have a wry laugh about this later. He stood like that, gazing at the devoid sky, lost, hopeless, for what seemed like eternity. Then he snapped out of it, just like that. He lowered his gaze from the black and sighed. A deep prolonged sigh, one that of a person who had resigned himself to his fate. "No, I can't allow myself to give up hope. I must find a way out of this place.". And with that he decided that he wouldn't give up hope. After all, he he knew that there was much more he could do, it certainly wasn't the end of the road.
As he steeled his resolve he plotted his course of action. He knew that he had to explore whatever this place was; he knew he had to look some sign of civilization, some way back home. But he had no idea where to start. He didn't even know when this place would brighten up, if it did brighten up. When a place has no moon who was to say that it would have a sun? Either way, he would have to wait it out, for now. There was no way he would be able to get anything done in this pitch black darkness, not to mention in this frame of mind. He needed some time to think, to come to terms with what had happened to him. He decided that he would do just that, so he lowered himself into a seated position; breathing deeply; trying to calm himself down. As he did so, he took some time to examine what he was wearing.
After all that had happened, he wasn't too surprised to find out that he wasn't wearing anything that was his. Running his hands over his clothes, it seemed to him that he was wearing some kind of tracksuit made from smooth, silky material. Unfortunately he couldn't garner anymore information with whatever limited senses he had at his disposal. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but fear that perhaps he had been abducted by aliens. He certainly wasn't on Earth, "this place doesn't even have a moon for god's sake!" he thought, glad that his inane sense of humour hadn't abandoned him even in this vulnerable state. Alas, little did Saul know that the truth was far from his prognosis. Let's just say that the truth was much more down to Earth. Much more down to Earth...
Where is Saul? How did he get there? What does any of this have to do with the letters? Find Out...