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His arms were on my face, grabbing it, slowly tearing its skin off… until I called, and they answered.

Only this time, the Sohore leader noticed my call. Though, we ran and disappeared into thin air before they could catch us. It’s only been four hours and they are already broadcasting themselves on the news condemning us, the race, for my acts... It’s evolution, it’s nature, I needed to communicate. All they broadcast now is, “H2EZR, WE WILL CXATCH YOU.” The Sohore want to know how I did it, for so many years.

They found something. Ever since the Sohore stumbled across our planet, they have been secretly wanting to remove humans from our habitats, slowly. One fatal death here, a million others over there. Slowly, but precisely. Increasing death rates every week. They have failed, however. Humans keep reproducing, and reproducing. It’s in our nature, it’s in our genes, it’s in our campaigns…

You see: we campaign, they notice. Mostly because of their superhuman capabilities and infiltration everywhere. So we have been forced to find new measures to campaign, like telepathy. A little less… talkative, I might say. We call each other, have conversations, and broadcast on our own to our family members. We needed to, or else our race would end, slowly, surely, and ignorantly. We ran campaigns towards avoiding certain places, certain activities, certain foods...

They had been swift in keeping it a secret, until some overheard. They did not notice that we ever found out, and this has kept us alive. All they want are the human souls. Humans die, our souls get captured by the Sohore. The possession of all of our souls will allow them to create their own dystopia. They’re hiding, they’re hiding from their own other race, the Sohoras, or the so called Classicals. Thus now, humans are paying for their discomfort.

When we ran, only two out of the three of us could escaped. They captured Ursilo. He is my older brother. We have been looking for the portal for the last four hours and we haven’t been able to find any trace of it.  We haven’t been able to find any trace or signals, because Ursilo has been captured, in another dimension. Telepathy only works in nonmagnetic dimensions, and Ursilo is trapped. Where? Magnetic south chamber, the Sohore torture chamber….

What they did not know about Ursilo was that once anything or anyone inflicted pain on him, the Sohore race would vanish. He was the Classicals’ experiment.