Sync

THE BEGINNING

“Jack… Jack… Jaaaaack! Open your eyes immediately."

We didn't know this thing existed then. Jack's interrogations revealed to us a reality we weren't ready for and didn't want to believe yet. It was after him that we went in search of similar subjects, with the power to synchronize with the energies of the dead. At least that's what we thought before we found the recording of the Sheriff's interrogation.

Jack was then 38 years old, tall and slender of build with lightly colored skin mottled with dark tan spots. Long hair and slender, slender fingers made him a perfect look-alike of those TV poker players. His voice was deep and heavy, which made him even colder and more terrifying in all the interrogations, more than the story he was telling.

“Jack, don't go into a trance yet. You stay here, now, right away."

“Sheriff, you don't order me. But they. She didn't understand anything. Do you still think it's me who gets in touch with them? She's a big dickhead like my dad."

“If he keeps calling me a dickhead, I'll take his and I swear I'll break it like he did all those women and men whose lives he took. And maybe eventually I will. I have no mercy for her, believe me."

“I guess Sheriff. Neither do they, trust me."

“Let's start over. How long has he been saying, he thinks he's synchronizing with these energies of the… which he calls the dead?”

“I was a child like all the others… I tell you again. Normal. Today I can no longer say it, I no longer recognize myself in the mirror. What have I become? But then I was normal. But it was on any given day that something changed. I was walking in the street that led to my grandmother's house. I used to go to her every afternoon after school. My mother worked and my father when he finished he preferred to have a drink at Bar84. And that was an afternoon like any other. So at least it seemed… initially. Then a shiver. Then another. My legs and arms suddenly felt stiff. They moved by themselves. It wasn't me anymore! I didn't check them and "they" took me behind the house that I had in front of me, more precisely in the external path that led to the garden. A cat was stalking something. My body stopped, the lady left the house, perhaps to give something to the kitten… suddenly my hands grabbed a stick and started to…”

“Stop… let's go back. She says her body seemed to move by itself. What does it mean? Was her mind confused? What happened to her?”

“I told him just now. I understood what was happening to me only several years later when I hit my father, that shitty man whose body you can't find. Before that was everything for me… I was scared, terrified. I was afraid that something would happen to my mother. Poor woman, how much she had suffered."

“Concentrate Jack. His mind. What happens when…?”

“I am an observer. A mere observer."

“Let's not fuck with Jack. I'll keep you here until you tell the truth… it takes months but I swear you won't leave this station sooner. And I doubt she will do it on her legs…”

When we found the Sheriff's body we had no idea what had happened. His body was completely torn apart by deep cuts. His head looked like a melon trampled by hundreds of feet. From the tapes we found, we immediately understood that the interrogation Jack was…

“I don't want to fuck with you, Sheriff. I sense the hate she has for me and I don't blame her. I understand her. Her daughter, I remember her well…”

“Stop Jack. Don't mention his name… EVER! He now continues to tell me what happened that day."

“Keep going Sheriff and you'll get nowhere. Concentrate yourself! and listen to me well. They are not rumors. My head has nothing to do with it or better then it had nothing to do with it but now I'm not sure anymore, you're right. But then, I repeat, I was an observer. This thing I call Sync, she used me right away…”

“I can't believe this thing you call Sync! What's going on in that big head of yours of…? You're crazy, just a crazy psychopath who hated his father to the point of killing him. You're just a crazy killer."

The interrogation table appeared to have been used to pry the Sheriff's head off his neck. The floor was covered in footprints that the now clotted blood had highlighted even more. The scene was horrific and immediately brought to mind the killings that had terrorized the South Carolina area in recent years.

HISTORY

"Believe me. By now you have captured me. You will send me to life imprisonment and no lawyer will be able to reduce my sentence. I want to prepare you for the fact that…”

“Jack, Jack… you want me to believe that you're not trying to look like a mental patient to try to escape from your guilt? But don't fuck with me. I know what you want to achieve. But before you have a chance to talk to someone who believes you and builds yet another case like Bundy, Corll becoming famous on Netflix and blah blah blah… I want to get you! I want to know why"

At that instant the Sheriff's voice cut off abruptly. Jack's eyes had both opened wide-lidded. His iris rotated while his pupil seemed to observe, concentrated, only on the subject in front of him. The Sheriff jumped back, knocking over his chair. He found himself on the floor observing Jack who had just ripped off the ring that kept his handcuffs tied to the table.

“Sheriff, you'll know soon because… you're wasting our time. Jack is not alone. He could hear it! because he didn't. Afraid to know the truth about his daughter? Well. She now she open her ears wide ”

The table literally flew at the Sheriff and pressed him into the wall, pressing on his carotid artery. The arteries were struggling to guarantee oxygen to the brain while the last words he heard surely came straight to his conscience.

The police station was deserted as if everyone had suddenly disappeared. The traces together with the dozens of pools of blood did not immediately give us a way to understand what had happened. We tried to contact the staff but no one answered us. Until we entered the boiler rooms where we fell into what was the beginning of a nightmare to which we still haven't given an explanation or an end. The world is sinking into chaos.

“He called us Sync. We felt it when he tried to run away from us. And every time he did it he forced us to intervene. There are many like him, an army that we command and that we have trained over the last few centuries to kill, to create chaos in the world to destabilize you, weaken you. Depriving the world of your best subjects. This would have become his daughter! a perfect model citizen, rewarded and who would have spent on research giving you a lot of satisfaction. But we intervened, as we have always done. Let's free the world from good to let it slowly sink into what will transform the planet into your grave."

The Sheriff listened, knowing these would be his last thoughts. He felt his heart weaken and slow down. And the thought of his daughter did nothing but accelerate her will to let herself be abandoned to the warmth of death with the hope of being reconciled. Jack's words that he wasn't Jack anymore had completely mystified him. He was a Catholic, a believer and in the parish priest's last sermon there was talk of the Last Judgment. As he listened to Jack's words he couldn't help but think that perhaps humanity had indeed come to an end.

“You must be wondering why we do this! Who we are… aliens, space invaders, spirits or souls of the corrupted deceased. No. All of this does not exist and will never exist again, because we have decided to prevent it this time too. We have seen you destroy, kill, trample. Even conquer space and kill all forms other than you. In all your versions we see the usual flaws. We have tried to correct you but we understand that there is no more hope for you. We will change subjects, because your intelligence is only the evolution of a desire for power, when you are nothing… nothing… but really nothing Sheriff.”

“You are only animals and we are your Creators!”

THE END

September 9, 2061, Jamie eastern airframe AZ-901. 12 years have passed since the discovery of the body of the Sheriff and the recording of the interrogation of Jack Sullivan. Since then we have started a war in the shadows. We are fighting something we don't know. Something that seems to move subtly among us, deceiving us and assuming forms that do not allow us to fully understand their nature. Ours is a war that can only end badly for man. I would like to understand the condition of all this. They leave no traces, clues, evidence. They can't be simple murderers, deranged armed lunatics, intelligent serial killers or corrupt politicians. It's definitely a bigger picture. The design of an evil mastermind that wants to annihilate humanity, keep it in a total state of chaos. All I have to do is pray, but pray to whom? someone to restore order.

I'm not a believer but now I want to believe that there is someone looking at all of this and arming themselves to do something. We are finished.