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Journals: Book 3, Entry 01 “Mabus” By now you all know how close the end could be. A massive alien force known as the Gua are quietly preparing to invade the Earth and snuff out humanity. Cade Foster and I had been trying to stop the Gua before it was too late, we were desperate, something had to be done. My name is Eddie Nambulous. These are my journals. At least, now they are. As faithful readers of this site you know this is where Cade wrote about the alien threat week after week. And you were all there at the end. Calling in your support. You were part of the worldwide audience who saw Cade shot and killed on live television. I pulled the trigger. And I don't know if I'll ever be able to explain why. Not the way I want to. But know this. Cade's death was not in vain. He's a martyr to our cause. And I've sworn to fight on. With all of your help of course. Things are a little out of whack. Kinda all over the place. And there's a new alien in town. His name is Mabus. The third Anti-Christ predicted by our buddy Nostradamus. But I'm getting ahead of myself. There's at least a partial explanation I can make of the madness. It follows in my first official entry in Cade's stead. See guys, things have just gotten as bad as they could get. The heat was most definitely on for Foster. And now it wasn't just heat of the official kind. Cade was at the local gas and sip when a pump jockey called him by name. The Gua wanted him dead, the Feds wanted to bring him in and now people were shouting his nombre when they saw him on the street. To make matters worse Phil Tennant, this millennium's edition of Geraldo Rivera, was super-seriously promoting an upcoming special on The Elusive Journey of Spree Killer Cade Foster: The Most Wanted Man. And that ain't all. A short while ago I started noticing a surge of hits here at The Paranoid Times so I did some hinky-jinky computer wizardry, ran a new decryption and badda-bing I got just a few words back. It was a message to all of us: "We are living on the brink of Armageddon. As aliens in human form mobilize to seize control of the world, the Raven Nation will fight fire with fire." Not conclusive but it got Cade and I thinking. Who was this Raven Nation and how'd they know about the Gua? We ran a scan of the quatrains to find one that might fit with all of the above. Century 4, Quatrain 12. "The Brodde Nation will swiftly rise / On the fortnight of its own prophecy / The scholar who solves the great riddle / Points the way to the bloodstained globe." Brodde means dark or dusky in French so Cade and I agreed it was a definite lead. The Raven Nation's prophecy referred to Armageddon and a fortnight had happened since they'd sent their message out. I just hadn't caught it until now. I was freaking, this one felt like the big chulupa: the Omega quatrain that would signal the end. I'd missed it. Earth's destruction was gonna be on my head. I wanted to implode. But Cade thought we still had a chance. We kept working the quatrain. Cade and I ran a search for the "scholar." Figured we needed a teacher who solved a great riddle but the solution couldn't be in theory. No, what we were looking for was a field of research that allowed for only solid, concrete and definite answers to riddles. And we found him in mathematics. Peter Mincer, a Ph.D. at Berkeley who'd solved a mathematical riddle known as "Laurent's Last Theorem." Cade went in posing as a fan of Mincer, poking around about the prof's belief in aliens and the Raven Nation. But Mincer played dumb. Seemed like a dead end. Until Cade did a little B&E on Mincer's office. The place was like some gothic priest's bad dream. All skulls and upside down crucifixes. Cade took the hard line with Peter. Told him that we were all part of an apocalyptic scenario that was playing itself out right as Cade and the geek were sitting there, gun to nose. Mincer told Cade that he's been trying to break a Bible code, and so far he'd done pretty well with his predictions. But he wasn't interested in floods or earthquakes or even bombings. Mincer wasn't messing around. He told Cade that Armageddon was just around the corner. The Anti-Christ was on the way. And he would rule. The code turned up some coordinates to find the location of our impending doom -- Forest, Michigan. That's where it would begin. And maybe end. Cade headed to the coordinates, Mincer followed. They radioed me from the road. Looked like Mabus was here and he'd arrived via a bloodstained globe. The clue hadn't represented Earth as we supposed, but rather an orb containing the evil leader's consciousness. A woman had died outside a church in Forest that morning. The Priest said she'd bled to death but there were no wounds. Foster and Mincer were on it. They found the orb. Foster said it made him woozy, sick. It scared him. And then Mincer did the double cross. His research told him that whomever freed the Anti-Christ from his prison would sit at his right hand forever and Mincer felt that was his destiny. Just another geek with delusions of grandeur. Real bad news. We'd lost the orb. And, truth be told, it felt like we'd lost the war. To make matters worse, Cain was hot on Cade's trail and the cops had been tipped to Foster's location. And then Cade almost lost it all. Right there, in a church in Michigan, where it would do none of us any good. But someone stepped in before the Acolyte waiting in the wings could assassinate my bud. She was a fire-hair angel and she shot that Gua scum square in the chest. Cade didn't have much time with her, he didn't even get her name, but she left him with an emblem to her cause: a black bird scorched in metal. And so that's how we got to this place. Some of you might call it a desperate measure but we'd run out of time. Cade would make the ultimate sacrifice to be heard. Cain was at the TV station, he was posing as F.B.I. I couldn't let Cade's cause be reduced to delusional ranting. He'd have to be assassinated by and unseen force. He'd have to be a martyr. Now he is. And as long as you're still there we have a chance. But I have a feeling we're not alone. There is another alien hunter. And I'm gonna find her. “Mabus” Writer: Daniel Howard Cerone Director: Michael Rohl Executive Producers: Francis Ford Coppola, Larry Sugar Created by: Chris Brancato |
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