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(Page 4 of 6) Saelieni Chapter 4 by Gregory HarveyNow the label clearly says that its Beethoven, but when I played it, Beethoven wasn't exactly what I got. Listen to this..."
Truscott grabbed the mouse and pressed play on the screen. Immediately a rumbling noise, not dissimilar to the one that echoed behind the town, blared out of the speakers. He let it play for twenty seconds.
"Alright," Collins said, "That's enough."
"Perhaps, but there's more. I decided I'd screw around with the audio files. I speeded it up a couple of times and reversed it, and this is what I got."
Collins opened up a new document, and clicked play once more. Truscott couldn't recognize the words that blared out in the voice of an elderly man.
"Deus est nequam vobis iam. Sit lost. Illud of chalybs, dentibus quod puter viscus duco suum spiritus in paratus. Selision adveho super vos," the computer speakers stopped abruptly.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It's Latin, a slightly corrupted form of it however. It says, ‘God is worthless to you now. He is lost. Those of steel, teeth and rotten flesh draw their breath in preparation. ‘Selision' comes upon you'. The fourth last word isn't Latin. I don't know what it is."
Silence ensued for a few seconds.
"Have you had a chance to examine those monster bodies yet?" Collins asked weakly.
"No, we'll look at them momentarily."
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"I was told they're making beds for you in the infirmary, you'll be sleeping there tonight," Samuel told Arthur and Melanie.
They were sitting at a table in a tent that could not quite be called a refectory, Garson and Samuel on one side, the civilians on the other.
"It should be fine," Garson said, distant, "There should be transportation available sometime tomorrow to lift you out of here."
Arthur just nodded, not quite sure whether he wanted to leave or not. He felt as though he had started something, something he should follow through to the end. Melanie didn't want to leave either, not until she was sure what was to become of her mother, but she did not speak.
The sounds of the base, footsteps, vehicles, continued in the background.
Arthur spoke hesitantly, "So, do you guys know what's going on here?"
Garson thought for a moment, "Well. No. There's not enough information. All we have is some guy calling himself The Collector, monsters or whatever the hell they are, and a whole lot of junk."
"And the notes...," Samuel added.
There was another moment's silence as each of them contemplated the sense of dread that echoed through each of their minds. Something was happening in Yulumson. Something dangerous. Something... cataclysmic. Garson remembered something The Collector had said as he was standing over the ruined bodies of Jonesy and his men.
There are things to do before Selision...
"Do any of you know what The Collector meant by Selision? Have any of you heard that term before?" Garson asked, mainly referring to Arthur and Melanie.
Arthur shook his head, not looking up from the table he was staring at.
"It... it sounds familiar," Melanie said, "Like I've heard it somewhere else.
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