Tales of Midbar: Religious Intolerance

Then I saw Pardnis running towards me brandishing a rod in his remaining hand, “I’ve got a sister!” he shouted.

Somebody grabbed him.

Then it was as if somebody took over my body again. Not just my body, they also had control of my powers and were better at using them or maybe she was using her own powers. I could feel a lot of other people in my head. There was a shinning girl who desperately wanted to help and was frustrated that she was being prevented by somebody who should be less powerful than her. There were two men who were unhappy about the situation, one of them very frightened, but felt they should follow their orders. There was a girl who was excited about getting a new toy. A proud boy who wanted to redeem himself and was trying to do what was right but somebody was stopping him. There were a number of people who didn’t like what was happening but thought they shouldn’t get involved. I screamed and tryed to push them all out my head. The two nibey cops started screaming and then the other’s, including Lishrashic, started to as well. Somehow I knew that I, or perhaps Tianamet, was sending some sort of harmful telepathic signal. I heard more screams from outside the car, which was accelerating and swerving around. Then there was a loud grinding sound of plastic, metal and rock with that horrible screech of conflicting magic as the car hit something. It flipped over sideways and I was thrown out but somehow landed on my feet, just in time to hear some screaches, crashes a loud splash, even over the normal roar of the turbulent water, from the river. I dropped to my knees clutching my head. People were still screaming and I somehow knew that a number of people had died. I felt totally numb inside but Tianamet was still controling me. I turned round and looked at the people who hadn’t come to my rescue. Bodies were strewn around the street, some people still screaming and some people were kneeling beside those who’d been killed or hurt. Then I saw a small girl lying by the toy shop window with a doll in one hand. “No!” I gasped and ran towards the child. “No, no, no, no, I’m sorry, I don’t know how to control this bodie’s powers!”

The young woman was kneeling by the girl, I think trying to perform some sort of resuscitation. Another woman was lying nearby, probably the child’s mother. She was breathing heavily and had blood running from her ears.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” I said. “I have healing ... No I don’t know how this bodie’s powers work!”

“Eleprin, calm down!” said the toyshop girl who was trying to resuscitate the small girl.

I saw myself reflected in the shop window, “You put me in this child with her own mind that keeps reasserting itself and a rapist, I suppose pedophile, attacks me with a police escort before I can learn to control my powers and when I call for help you do mastabating nothing! The only people who tried to help were kids and you even mastabating stopped them! Don’t you people give a cow’s feces about protecting children?”

Then I wondered what had become of Breeze and Pardnis.

“You were at the trial!” said toy shop girl. “You know it’s the Winemakers’ fault for not having prostitutes.”

This statement horrified me, I was going to look for Breeze and Pardnis but I felt I had to argue with her, “No, it was the Love Priest’s fault for trapping Lish .. what do prostitutes have to put up with? Why should anybody have to put up with that?”

Then Tianamet took over again, “What anal-raping excuse can there be for raping anybody! What possible anal-raping excuse is there for the police helping pedophiles to hunt children! What excuse is there not to help when an adult attacks a child! You mean you put that urine stain on trial and actually decided to let him go on raping children because he couldn’t get a prostitute?”

“I’m trying to save this kid, if you’re too traumatised to be helpful at least keep quiet.”

“Can you direct me to the space port?”

“Just leave!”

I walked into the middle of the road. Now a number of people were gathering and trying to help the victims.

“I think it was some sort of psychic attack,” said Rinjac, who was a nibey. “Very few psychics can do something like that but they may have combined it with magic.”

“Oh, you’re helping them now they’re dead or injured!” I shouted. “They wouldn’t be like that if you’d helped me when the pedophile was attacking me but instead you gave him an anal-raping police escort, including at least one mastabating mage and at least two anal-raping nibeyim because he couldn’t get a prostitute! You people are sick! You are feces! If I had a better idea what the anal-rape was going on I’d ...”

“What’s up with Elepin?” asked somebody.

“... kill the anal-raping rest of you! Is there actually an alien attack or mastabating starship launch or difficult biological problem that I was incarnated for? Anybody mastabating know? There are earth trees centuries old but this planet orbits a red dwarf! Is this Midbar? How fornicating long did you take to incarnate me? Why didn’t you put me in a constructed clone?”