Project Green
4rth draft.
M. Allen.


     I write this journal as a list of events which have taken place.  Years and decades from now it will be read by some and perhaps by many. They will see it as a work of fiction. However it is fiction only in the sense that a review of reality will find it absent.  But what is reality and what is fantasy?  at what point is the line drawn between the two? What is real and true is not just what we can see and touch.  In years past there have been many experiments to cause the mind to see deeper with in it's self.  Most have looked upon these visions as nothing more then a hallucination. But who are we to say that there are?  Why do we judge what is real and what is not merely on the basis of the realm in which it calls home.  Are we as a population so simple that we can not comprehend that there are other realms that a select few are allowed to pass between.  Though sometimes we tend to see that which is not tangible as fiction.  It is true just the same.    There are much greater things at play as we go about this life. There will always remain mysteries that we have not the answer to. Perhaps the greatest of these is our own minds.  It has always been of interest, the question of where the mind ends and reality begins.  The mind is also interesting in that it does not exist in any physical form.  While the brain can be found on every medical chart the mind is the realm that exists with in. 

In my younger years I would spend hours staring at the sky.  An older man who has long since acceding into realms beyond told me one thing that I remember still.  There exists a difference among men.  Those of good standing with The Maker look at the heavens and see His power and majesty manifested in a physical creation and those of standing in the world see other worlds, places and creatures in which to visit and exploit for their own gain.  But little did this man understand that there are other worlds within this one.  Worlds humans were not intended to travel.  When He created us He in His wisdom blocked from our knowledge these worlds.  But a few foolish souls took it upon themselves to determine that they knew better the The Lord.  They concocted a plan and an experiment.

  The creatures which were at one time restrained within their own realm have been released and allowed passage through the gates. That which was in a different world has entered ours.  And the box of Pandora having been opened shall never again be closed.  And all her ghosts, demons and creatures have been released upon this earth.  They have set out across this earth to destroy the weak and vulnerable in mind.  The armies of the world gathered and fought these creatures, But the flesh could not fight and they failed.  They sought the blood of that which does not bleed. For guns in all their power can not destroy that which is neither alive nor dead.    That which was released upon that day went out into the world and took up residence in the minds of those who allowed them in.  Much suffering would follow.   As they went out upon their path of destruction they sought first the minds weakened by these experiments.  

Even though it started out as a weapon forced upon enemies. It soon gained popularity with those coming of age.  But it was a new age that they were in the dawn of.  And they would learn this too late.  They ignored the wisdom of ages past.  The went about and took part in Project Green as if it were a game, a means to pass the time.  But it was game played not with tokens and little cast figures.  rather it was played with the souls and minds of men.  In their partaking,  they failed to realize that it demanding music,  they would be the ones to put nickels in the jute box.  But the price had been set for their actions.  Their course had been set with their fate and it was after the dawn that the devil himself would come upon the earth to demand his pound of flesh.

      The mind is an interesting thing though.  When a man breaks a leg the doctors can place it in a cast and 
given time it will heal to as good as new.  But the mind, when broken can very seldom be repaired.  Some 
minds become broken to the point that they are no longer safe to be in society.  Some minds are just 
damaged but pose no threat to anyone.  The other interesting thing about the human mind is that some are 
born damaged and some are made that way.  Through seeing, doing and living we all become that which we are around and that in which we are exposed to.  The ability to adapt is perhaps the greatest attribute of the human mind.  But even so, it only take so much before it overloads.  There exist many cases of once great minds becoming useless. It is as if a switch was flipped off.  Through out time many militaries have conquered adversaries through their own minds.  They have gone into their heads and rendered them useless with out shedding any blood.  And sometimes when advanced psychology can not accomplished the desired goal other means are taken.  The results of this are seldom pretty.   

     As I sit in this padded cell the world continues to revolve. The days come and go. Yet for all I know 
Martian invaders could have conquered the earth and enslaved the human race.  I have been in the cell for 
the past 3 years.  In that time I have never seen the day light.  In this time I have been cared for by a beautiful young nurse by the name of Gehl. She is extremely beautiful,  her eyes a beautiful blue and a face like that of the angels.  It seems that such a young lady would be easily broken here. I often wonder how she ended up here.  Perhaps the alien invaders forced her to work here.   She has brought me supper every night since a couple of weeks after I came to Hillsberg.  She always takes great care in cooking for me.  I remember the first meal she cooked for me was pizza hot dish.  I remember it was delicious and certainly better then the cold tomato soup that this mental health facility had offered on that day, and it was actually hot like food should be.    How such a beautiful young lady ended up working with such unstable minds is beyond me.   
  
    Most of the men here at Hillsberg know not what they do.  So messed up by their past years that if presented with a compass they would damn it to hell for lying and smash upon the floor.  The mind of the human seeks understanding.  but some things it never will.  and though the project attempted to change this it failed  The results of this were not good. 

     I am awakened from these thoughts by a knock at the cell door, it was Gehl.  She visits me every night 
here in my cell. Sometimes she even stays for hours. I grant her permission to enter. She always asks for 
permission, even though she has full authority to barge in when ever she would see fit.  As of recent she 
has been given sole care of me while in this establishment. For some reason she seems to care about me.   
I can not fathom why someone would care for me in such a manner. Especially after the events which 
caused me to be put in Hillsberg.  Even though no physical harm came about from these events it caused 
some to become damaged.  I would come to learn later that whatever caused these events allowed me 
mental capabilities I did not previous have.  I still remain suspect of her affiliations.  No one cared for 
me in this way when I was in society and why should I expect a change upon leaving it.  The door makes 
it's buzz and opens as she enters.   

   After which we both sat down leaning up against the opposite sides of the cell.   She told me how it 
was a bright sunny day and that she wished she could show me.  On this occasion she managed to 
smuggle in a newspaper.  It did serve to disprove my thoughts and that the aliens have not invaded the 
earth, Yet anyway. But in reality the alien had invaded, even if not in the stereotypes we have come to think of.  They came to invade not lands but minds. But in reading the newspaper she had so kindly snuck in here I came to realize that politics were as usual with everyone at each other throats.  Gehl seemed saddened by something. I made note of this and she did acknowledge 
this but did not give details.  I asked further and she shrugged it off  I asked her permission to enter and 
see what was troubling her.  She granted reluctant permission.  At once the bright lit cell began to fade into 
darkness.  Darker and darker until it was pitch black. So much so you could not see the hand directly in 
front of your face.   I noticed a small light on the side wall, about the size of a pencil, it grew bigger until 
it engulfed the entire room.  It was then that the screams started. They were very feminine in nature and 
screams of pain.  I then heard the distinct crack of a whip.  Just then an over powering voice came in the
 room,  WHY, WHY, WHY,  You little Witch! In between the answers of the female's voice and the cracks of the whip the male voice continued to badger her.  The screams grew louder and more painful.  Then the screams turned to crying. The demon came out of the wall and into the cell.  Hideous was he, brandishing instruments of torture of every shape and kind.  He was beating on Gehl.  She was bloody from her head to her toes, covered completely with blood shed from her own body.  At this point I had seen enough and left.  The room returning to it's normal lighting.  We both sat here starring into each other eyes for a long time.  Gehl finally broke the silence by asking "Did you find anything?"  

    We talked about random things for a short while after this.  After a while it turned serious.  I discussed with her my marriage which had turned sour after only a year and a half.  She ended up having seven kids with her current husband.  I never had relations with her though.  It was a mystery why we met and became married.  
Though it existed only on paper.  We never became as one.  She wanted what I was not ready for.  Another 
unfortunate side effect of marrying young.  But perhaps it was through necessity that we became married?  Though in it's proper time and place there is nothing wrong with deciding to take such action.  I however never felt a time while in that relationship when it was the right time. I've tried the ways of man and failed.  So I tried the ways of science only to become of target.  But who am I to sit upon this cloud and while looking down judge the ways and means by which the world is made to go around.

  Upon her leaving I pondered over what I had seen.  It became immediately apparent what was plaguing not only her mind but her body as well.  We all have demons which we battle with everyday.  They seek our flesh and take great delight in our blood, but only if we through our action and thoughts allow them in.  To allow something into one's mind in very dangerous.  Even though I seek it for good and the benefit of others there are a great many who seek it for evil.  Those who seek the will of he who was cast out of heaven in times past.  His minions walk the earth just waiting for an open door to come in and take up residence.

 As I pondered over her, my mind drifted yet again back to the events of that night.  I remembered it more clearly then the last time I had thoughts about it.  I could not help but wonder if it was indeed her.  A two tone Ford pickup  I remember a very fancy paint option for the year it was made.  It was there sitting in the ditch.  It had no mechanical failure yet it was sitting there.  The driver gone as if disappeared off the earth.  Not quite.  A closer inspection revealed footprints leading off into the adjacent woods.  There about a mile back into the woods a very young female found me.  Laying flat on the ground fully aware of my surroundings.  Yet the voices were arguing back and forth.  One saying this and the other saying the opposite.  She looked down at me and asked  "Are you alright sir?"  When I did not respond she asked again.  Later upon her escorting me back to the road she introduced herself.  Years later I no longer can recall her name. I was awoken from my thoughts yet again as I heard Gehl arguing with some guy just outside the cell door.

  I drifted back into my thoughts.  It was on that night in the woods, I remember now.  The creatures hideous looking,  they came to devour flesh and souls of men.  On that night they chose me.  To this day I know not the answer why.  I remember shapes high above the ground.  They came closer to the ground and I saw them for the demons that they were.  They jumped on me and began to chew at me.  The blood flowed from my own body.  My limbs were absent of flesh.  It having been chewed off.  But they were interrupted by a voice from off in the woods.  At this point they ran off into the night.  I looked down I saw my physical being unharmed.  There was no blood or flesh missing from me.  It was the voice of a young female who scared them off.  The name of this young lady still defies my attempts to remember.  I would come to realize that events of that day were indeed real.  Even if they did not take place in physical form.  I had been foolish and in the years here at Hillsberg learned that I had in my thoughts allowed them in,  and they had almost destroyed me.  But a caring young lady banished them from me.

 Later in that same day Gehl came back into the room at about supper time.  She brought forth for me a meal she herself had made.  We talked as usual but this time the subject matter was more serious.  Though she was quite young she had began her work at an early age.  They had called her gifted and granted her a job in a lab at the age of 12. She explained to me that even though eight years have since passed she remembers like yesterday her work in an experiment called "Project Green."  It was a mold grown very carefully in a lab.  It was supposed to be a cure for the mind.  The idea that one could inject this mold into the blood stream and your mind would be healed, good as new.  But to tamper with that which God created and perfected seldom ends in a good result.  The project went disastrous and after several people died mysteriously the research company pulled the plug.  But Gehl feared that somehow it had escaped and found it's way outside of the lab.  The funny thing about those people is the cause of their death was never really solved.  For weeks leading up to their deaths they complained of voices and "weird" shapes haunting them.  Then one day they were found dead.  No external harm was found.  At the same time no internal harm was found.  No sign of infection or anything. Just dead as if the breath of life had been sucked out of them by the Devil himself.  Then she told me that about three years ago in the town of Hillsberg civilians had started to complain of similar phenomenon.  But it had changed.  It began as a blood born mold.  Requiring direct contact of blood.  But somewhere along the line it changed.  It became airborne. Suddenly it began to spread through the population. Over the course of the next six months a hundred people perished as a result. Gehl said it was madness.  People jumping out of buildings, running naked in the streets screaming all the way.  It was as if the demons had sprung forth from the ground.  The she said that it suddenly stopped.  Life returned to normal as if nothing had happened.  Those who spoke out were quickly imprisoned.  The rest of nation never did learn of the event's which took place here.  She said I was one of the early cases. I had became infected prior to the mutation.



    The next day she did not show up at supper time, nor the next day,  I was very worried for her and I was paced like a caged tiger. I began to worry that maybe one of the others involved in the project she talked of had found her and sought for her silenced. When she did return four days later she ran into me crying.  I found that my fears were well founded  I gave her a hug and allowed her to cry on my shoulder.  She told me how they had found her.  Who? I asked of her.  She just said "It was they."  Those by which the projected was founded.  I was not by mistake it was released.  They did so to destroy certain enemies.  Certain people whose minds were wired in such a way to make them susceptible to Project Green.  Chief among these enemies was myself.  In my past I had been a chemist and an opponent of screwing with the mind.  For I knew that if such came about there would be Hell to pay for it.  It was this stance that made me an adversary of those who sought drugs as the answer to every ailment. I took hold of her by the shoulders, looked into to her eyes and told her it would be alright now.  I did my best to comfort her.  When she stopped crying she informed me that she had paid off the security and she was spending the night with me. We talked for the better part of that day. She told me that she knew that she had loved me from the first time we had talked and that I treated her with respect unlike the others.  What others I asked?  "Those who just wanted my mind,  They used me to achieve their own ends.  You are not like that.  You seek only what's best for me."  As night fell she placed a blanket and a couple of pillows on the floor of the cell.  We laid there together with her beside me.  She fell asleep first.  She was so peaceful and content for the first time since I had met her 3 years ago.  In the morning we awoke at about the same time.  Though she was first to get up and moving.  She removed her shirt and skirt leaving her in her under garments. I remember how pristine and white they were.  She showed me the scars and bruises she had received at the hands of those who had sought her demise. She said to me between sobs that they could break her body but the could never break her spirit.  I grabbed a hold of her and hugged her tenderly. It angered me that someone would treat such a beautiful creature in this way.     


 She ended up spending several days with me in the cell.  I remember very well that events  that took place during those days.  It was the first time I knew what love was.  The feeling of bonding with another,  The idea that two should care for each other as more then just a person doing the right thing for another, as something special and doing special things for another.  Many things took place during those days.  We talked at every chance.  She revealed more details of Project Green.  It was during that time our first child was conceived.
She later pulled strings and got me out of Hillsberg,  Apparently in her younger years had grown up with and become good friends with some rather important people.  Unlike myself who had spent my childhood alone and 
separated from those my own age, even if not physically.  We moved to the country far away from that place.  Her old boss at while she was employed by the lab blew his brains out not long after that.  It was in truth it was the only way it could end for such a damaged life.  Such people when no longer able to abuse others turn their anger inward and abuse themselves. The minds of such people are bent on a path of death and destruction.  They come to destroy flesh and when the flesh of others can not be found they ingest their own.    It has been 15 years  since the events of the writing took place.   Yet it remains fresh in my mind.  



THE END