In the year of our Lord
Eighteen Hundred and Ninety One
This September Third
The Globe Theater
The Queen's Room
I pray you will pardon my assumption that you believe me to still be in my theater this day, for if you read my note from yesterday, then you realize that would be very hard indeed. I have assumed the format above merely to give some semblance of normalcy to a world and time that was far from it. Were you to experience the chaos I was living day to day, moment to moment, it might be too much for your tender hearts to bear.
I know not, who in the end will read my journals, but hopefully, whomever they might be, they shall encounter some information or insight that shall help to preserve their life and the lives of their loved ones.
Ah-ha! You say, then you know how this all ends.
To that I say, I do not. Always in motion the future is, and our future has been in motion since the very beginning of this horrible war against another world.
Enough of the future. While it is not all bright, nor is it all dark. For if you have attended to any of my plays, my writing, then you know by nature I am not a pessimist, but rather a pragmatist. I live life as it is, not as I would like it to be. Though this does not mean I hold a sliver of hope for the future being better than this day. For to not do so, I would then easily fall into that grumpy zone so many meander into unwillingly and willingly of hating the world you were born into.
I do not blame the world for my life, for I can choose many things to make my life go to the left or right. But are those easy choices. Sometimes. Sometimes not.
That first grotesque day of the invasion of London the Stage Manager and I managed to survive, mainly because of luck, more than our good wits, I am sorry to say. I don't know how much wits could have made a difference against the enemy we had both seen that day.
Perhaps before I ship us further into the future, I shall harbor us safely in some anecdotal matter about the Invaders.
First, I'm sure your impression of the Invader is that it was big, vicious and destructive. That is true, but there is more.
I have a perfect memory, much like my good friend in France, Jules. I never forget a detail. And that has helped me as a director and a playwright, not to mention as a husband and father of three wonderful children. For every detail ultimately has a place of importance or it would never have made a stand in our lives, if even for a brief moment.
Some are blessed with wonderful loss of memory. Which I assure you is a blessing when you are surrounded by tragedy, as we were so heavily in the early days of our war. But at the same time a memory too soft on details can come back and kick you in the arse when you need it the most if you do not pay attention.
So I shall paint you a clear picture of the Invader as I remember it that day.
It towered above our tallest buildings, which placed it at a height of over 90 feet as it easily topped our tallest buildings of 69 feet. The Invader was made of some kind of hardened metal that was capable of great flexibility with multiple joins in its arms (tentacles), legs, torso, neck and head. In some ways the device was very anthropomorphic. While the creatures I later found to be quite the opposite looking of their device, yet the device gave a kind of surreal animalistic feeling to it.
Perhaps they had examined our civilization and our fears long enough to know as the master warcraftsmen they were that such a device would strike more fear into our hearts. And had that been their judgement, then they judge us rightly. For none of our world knew how to assimilate such a contrivance, for obviously it was a vehicle of some kind and not a living creature. There were no obvious breathing entrances and exits, no place for it to abort any waste and the body was definitely metal as evidenced by the striking of weaponry against it created terrible metallic sounds of impact.
It had a bronzed reddish glint to the metal, making it seem like some kind of demon. The head had a single eye which when lit could fire a horrendous burst of energy that leveled everything in its path. Later on Jules would explain the nature of the ray, as he called it, a device of nuclear nature...again forgive me for lacking the proper words, as science is not my first letter of domain, but rather literature.
The eye would only open and glow when ready to fire, otherwise it appeared to have some kind of lens that slid over the eye to cap it off.
The head appeared to have about eight segments that could've been windows and some kind of semi-opaque metal through which with great intensity one might glimpse inside, though what one saw made no early sense. (More on that later.) The head had multiple antenna about it, sort of like a bee with antenna all around its head, instead of just the top.
Where a mouth might have been appeared to be some kind of recessed metallic surface. Perhaps, a door, which we didn't know for certain at that time, but later on found out was indeed a means of ingress to the Invader's head.
The neck was the oddest part of the device as it allowed the head to swivel a full three hundred and sixty degrees without hesitation, and that is something not even our most sophisticated weapons of the time could achieve. Again, I must forbear on mentioning Jules Master of the World which is a unique vessel and many years beyond the times of our modern armies.
About the neck were eight tentacles, which matched the eight antenna, so perhaps there was some co-ordination between the two, unseen by us of course, so that the one affected the other. I did notice, not that day or night, but hence from then, that when the energy burst from the eye that one or more of the antenna would light up and perhaps some kind of energy surge was indicated. Later on, I would verify that when we were striving to undo these horrid devices.
The body of the Invader was roughly the size of two buildings atop each other, and built that way. Each segment could swivel a full three hundred and sixty degrees. And in opposite directions at the same time. Don't ask me as to what that purpose was, as again, I am no scientist or engineer, that would be Jules territory.
I never in all the days of our fight saw any kinds of weaponry on the Invader other than its third eye. However, both the tentacles and the legs could be used to destructive intent and often were whenever the creature or creatures inside the Invader vessel decided it was a better method of destruction than using their nuclear rays.
Now, as to the tentacles, they were telescoping. They hung from the shoulder, or just below the neck of the Invader body at about twenty feet, but when extended could fly out a good hundred to a hundred and fifty feet, depending on the angle of the Invader. Evidently the construction of the Invader's device did have some innate limitations, which later on, we might be able to make use of.
I personally saw the Invader impale a horse with one of its tentacles, hold it high above the ground, then after examining the poor screaming creature, hurl it high into the air to crash to its death some several hundred yards away. A horrible way to die. One I shall never forgive those creatures for. For animals are the enemy of no man or beast, and for these marauders from space to treat animals with such little respect told me that they were not part of God's Creation, but another.
The thickest portion of the tentacles was about ten feet and they telescoped out to a point the size of a spear. I hope that gives you a clear picture of their flexibility, as well as deadliness.
The jointed legs could also telescope and I saw the Invader step over a building, rather than demolish it, as easily as you or I would step over a rain puddle.
So leaving you with those images of the monster we were being driven by, I shall now recount a touch of what happened that night.
As I said in a prior post the Stage Manager and I had lain down to rest as best we could. Both of us had many cuts and bruises from our crossing of the City, which had been torn and ravaged horribly by the Invader. We slept deeply for a time, but then we heard something ungodly in the silence of the night, followed by the scream of a man or woman. We were both too exhausted to respond to it at first, but when we finally dragged ourselves from our sleep, we knew some innocent life was held in the balance.
We jumped to our feet. I felt for my dagger I always kept on my left hip and the Stage Manager hefted the sword he had taken from the theater. We ran as best we could across the rubble of the building and out onto the street. We did not have to go far.
We came into an open area where a woman was screaming her heart out. She was held in the clasp of some kind of creature that more resembled a slug than any kind of animal. It was moving her in the air, its bulbous eyes squinting as it took in her figure and form. A tentacle about its head whipped out and ripped off some of her dressing. She screamed again, as some of her bosom and back were exposed.
Both the Stage Manage and I were horrorified at the indignity and horror of that moment.
We screamed at the top of our lungs and ran to try and save a fellow human being from what would probably end up in death, as well as humiliation. Little did we know what we were daring at that time.
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