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Everybody has their own fears, and who knows them better than the Whisperer? And of course, everything - or perhaps everybody - can manipulate fears to their own purposes.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Friendship/Adventure - Mr. Curtain - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,658 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 08-01-12 - Published: 02-20-12 - id: 7856712
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Author's Note – Two main things shaped this story into its current form (besides me, that is) – Orson Scott Card and Incarceron. Orson Scott Card is an author. He is the human embodiment of brilliance. He has written Ender's Game, Speaker for the Dead, and Xenocide (his most famous books, also the trilogy from which the inspiration for this story came), along with countless other books. The Ender Trilogy is up there with my all-time favourite books. They are amazing, and everybody everywhere ever should read them. Incarceron is a book. I have no idea if it is a good one or not (I only recently purchased it), but just reading the back of it gave me the other bit of inspiration I needed.
Disclaimer – I don't own the Mysterious Benedict Society. That would be Trenton Lee Stewart, not I.
It would be curious to discover who it is to whom one writes in a diary. Possibly to some mysterious personification of one's own identity.
– Beatrice Webb
Ledroptha Curtain had a plan.
A plan that would allow him to control not just himself, not just a few of his associates, not merely a government or two, but the world. He had a plan to create a machine capable of reading and wiping minds, alleviating fears, and transmitting subliminal messages to people around the world.
He had worked out the mathematics, had done endless simulations, and had even found a few of the components necessary to build it.
Now he needed to disappear.
He had travelled to a nearly uninhabited island just off the cost of Holland, where he would be able to make the invention in peace and without the constant questions of the scientific world. There, in a tiny hut that expanded into a great underground cave, he began construction.
The locals never questioned him, as he was rarely seen and even more rarely heard from. To them, Ledroptha Curtain was just another hermit who wanted to get away from the constant media circus that modern life had become. And in a way, they were right. Yet in another way, they couldn't have been more wrong.
Piece by piece, hour by agonizing hour, Ledroptha laboured away, and bit by bit his invention came into shape. He simplified over and over again, re-working the design until at last he was left with a simple chair. A simple chair with two helmets –one red, and one blue – attached to it.
At long last, after a number of years had gone by, Curtain finished his invention. The computers were complete, the chair perfected, and the tidal turbines finally operational. He was ready for the first trial run.
Hands trembling slightly with excitement, Ledroptha Curtain reached out and grasped a small, leather coated lever. He glanced behind him, to be greeted by the sight of the chair with the odd helmets. Smiling to himself, carefully trying to keep his excitement and joy contained, he pulled on the lever…
…And I was born.
Author's Note – That was just the teaser. The teaser, the prologue… whatever you want to call it! The real story will begin next chapter. Please don't forget to review (they really do make me write more)! Thanks go to Kahlan Aisling, my beta. Thanks!