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Science Fiction
Publisher: Barclay Books
Type: Fiction
Pages: 310
Copyright: June, 2003
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
MONSTROSITY n. 1. That which deviates greatly from the norm in appearance or structure. 2. The quality or character of being abnormal; hideous; frightful; shocking.
This novel is set on the campus of an old New England university. It’s Fall and getting dreary. Jack McRae, the story’s protagonist, is a local but an outcast in this college town because he felt obligated to drop out of high school and work to support his family after his father left home. While he had been deprived of realizing his dream of becoming a journalist, his sacrifice enabled both his siblings to attend local Bister University. His girlfriend, Katie, is enrolled there as well. However, their relationship, already strained by her recent diagnosis of Leukemia, is set back further when her interest turns toward a new transfer student, Martin Higgs.
When Jack begins to play investigative reporter to find out more about this student, he learns of Higgs’ claim to be the lone contact to an alien intelligence that has promised to deliver a serum that will prevent anyone who is a member of his Second Chance cult from aging or dying.
Katie is quickly drawn into the cult and withdraws further from Jack, who takes it upon himself to collect the evidence he needs to keep her safe and put a halt to the cult’s influence over the university and surrounding town. In order to effectively do this, he must infiltrate the inner sanctum of one of the nation’s oldest educational institutions.
But he is met with much resistance, and suffers numerous setbacks, including temporary confinement in a mental institution after the death of his mother. But Jack continues to doggedly pursue the truth behind the cult, and he soon discovers that Higgs might not be delivering exactly what was promised when he observes cult members undergoing inhuman physical transformations, discovers grotesque insect/rodent creatures living inside the walls of campus buildings and uncovers the possible plotting of a mass suicide ritual.
Then Jack himself is attacked by a pair of supposed aliens, whose rubber masks are removed in an ensuing struggle, revealing two very human strangers underneath. He is now led to believe that an alien intelligence may not actually exist at all, and that the whole thing was an elaborate hoax.
But to cover up what?
An old priest, who believes that evil forces are at work, approaches Jack. The clergyman reveals that he has joined the cult so that he could learn more about the enemy and offers himself to Jack as proof to his claim.
He witnesses the priest going through a violent “molting” process, like a snake wiggling out of its old skin. However, as the priest’s old flesh peels away, there is nothing left inside the discarded husk. And the priest is gone.
Just as Jack is closing in on the truth behind the mystery, Katie succumbs to her illness and Martin ultimately reveals a tangled plot centered around a secret government research project involving, not alien intelligence, but physical science and immortality on a human subatomic level.
Jack, however, is not so easily convinced by this neat explanation. Even when he is taken inside a giant particle accelerator far below ground under Bister University, he is sure that the scientific explanation had been staged to cover up actual alien visitations and human experimentation in which the government is deeply involved. The hundreds of dead bodies of the cult members inside the accelerator are only further proof for him that those behind the project will do whatever it takes to ensure that their secret remains safe.
In the aftermath, Jack is left to ponder the reality of the events. Nothing can be discounted as he is forced to consider between the options of alien conspiracy, secret government experiments or the influence of supernatural evil.
Excerpt
As Donna continued to brush her hair, she spotted something in the reflective glass that piqued her interest. The long even brushstrokes began to slow as she turned her head to one side, scrutinizing her likeness. She froze when she saw the way the light caught a strand of gray in a field of perfect black.
Donna could not believe it. She had not noticed it before, and there was no way it could have just appeared. Not after what she had put herself through. Not after what she had put her family through. All of sudden she reached up with her other hand and unceremoniously tweezed the unwelcome hair from her head. She felt its bristly texture between her fingers and stared down at the anomaly with an equal measure of concern and disdain.
Suddenly she felt a sharp tug on the back of her neck. The brush fell to the floor. A moment later she felt it again, and this time it almost knocked her out of the chair. If she had been wearing a gorilla suit and somebody was pulling at the back of the head trying to take the mask off, this was what Donna imagined it would have felt like. But she knew what was really happening. It had just come so unexpectedly this time. She was just thankful that she was alone when it occurred, and not in class or somewhere else on campus where her students could see her.
Donna figured she still had plenty of time to make it to the root cellar before the process got much further along. It was where she went each time it happened, confident that no one would discover her there before the renewal was complete. The entire episode usually lasted anywhere between two and six hours, so she did not anticipate having any problem making it to Dr. McCorkle’s Planetary Physics class tomorrow morning to help him proctor the summer course’s final examination.
Donna got up then and stepped casually out of the bathroom. She made it halfway across the bedroom when she felt what seemed to be about a three inch gash open up along the side of her neck, just below her right ear. It made a sound like wet burlap being torn. The wound was already elongating, but this did not alarm her either. She knew she was not being harmed. Just the contrary, in fact. While the gruesome experience was not something she would ever get used to, it was, by any measure, a small price to pay for such a miraculous return.
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