Daily Archives: June 22, 2008
Alex awoke around six that night. Besides feeling strangely sore and lightheaded, he felt refreshed. As he tried to recall what happened, he remembered making love to some woman, but the details were a blur. He still couldn’t distinguish if it had been a dream or not. There was a love bite on his neck that indicated he had surely engaged in sex. There was no denying that.
“Well, you wanted something that promised adventure and danger, and now you’ve got it,” Alex said to his reflection in the mirror. “Is this really something you want to get into deeper?” He grabbed the razor, and started shaving. “Why not? It only gets better from here.”
Just then, a familiar voice spoke in his mind. “It doesn’t get any better than this.”
He flinched and accidentally nicked his chin. He gazed around the bathroom and realized there was no reason to get worked up as there was nothing there in the bathroom but him.
“You just keep thinking I’ll do nothing. I’m warning you again to leave this town. It’s ours,” the voice echoed. Alex froze and glanced around the room in hopes of seeing something, anything. But still there was nothing. “After all, what can you do, a mere mortal, against us? While you are one, we are many. For each of us, there are multiple powers both above and below our ranks of distinction. You’re fighting a losing battle.”
“Depart from me, Lutancix!” Alex commanded.
“By whose authority?” Lutancix questioned in amusement.
“Mine,” he quipped.
His mind was filled with echoing, demented laughter before Lutancix answered. “Christ I know . Paul I know . . . but who the fuck are you, smartass?”
The time seemed to pass slowly, and he found himself unable to peel his eyes from the clock. He grew restless and glanced around, hoping to see some sign of Alex, but there wasnt. In his hung-over paranoid state, all he could do was sit there uneasily and with growing impatience.
“For the love of shit!” He finally spoke loud enough for a nearby security guard to hear.
The guards attention was drawn to Usher, an he started at him for a moment or two before he walked over towards him, both hands resting on his belt like a hero gunslinger.
You got a problem sir The guard asked
Usher stood and replied, looking past him No. Sorry. Just having a bad fucking day.
The guard ignored what he heard and said, Try and keep it down okay.
“Or what? Youll ask me to leave? Fuck, what a crime that would be! Listen, rent-a-cop, do yourself a favor and go shake down the convenience store for a day old donut”. He felt like saying, but didnt.
Rather, he nodded and again apologized and sat down again and watched the guard walk away back to the reception desk, where he continued to talk to the night nurse and occasionally glance over at him.
Thats right idiot. Keep looking. Better yet, take a photo. Itll last longer.
Let it go, Usher. Slowly, he turned and stared in shock. My friend, let go of your hatred.
He shook his head and stood up. No, no, youre not gone, you cant be!
Sit down! Drake said, You dont to create a scene.
Usher glanced back at the guard then sat down next to Drake.
Dont look at me. Just pretend Im not here. Anything you say kept it quiet. You dont wanna end up in the nuthouse
My friend, what the hell is going on? Usher whispered.
Its too late for me, friend, my race is over. Drake answered.
Usher couldnt believe what he was seeing or hearing, and his heart began to fill with hatred. Alex just came down to your room. Where the hell is that kid?
Drake sensed the anger Usher felt towards Alex, and said, It was not Alex who entered that room
What do you mean?
It was one of Lutancixs shape shifters
What is the point of all this? Usher questioned himself. The answer was simple, and it was surprising that Usher hadntseen it. He was up against all forms of deceptions that were aligned to destroy him. The Alex he had seen that had walked into that room had turned off the life support machine and smothered Drake with a pillow, was not the real Alex at all, but a manifestation of Tanzacs. Usher realized that now.
Usher realized that all of them were pawns in this war. Everything was done the way it was because that is how it had to be. This was war, and both things that were natural and supernatural did what they could in order to win.
Suddenly he heard a strangely familiar laugh from next to him, and when he turned, he saw Lutancix sitting there in place of Drake.
Usher shot to his feet and backed away, gazing at Lutancix.
What the fuck did you do to Drake! He yelled
The same that we do to any mortal that we wanna kill! Lutancix snarled.
Usher froze in fear and could only scream, Fuck you! You will never take me!
Oh really, Lutancix quipped, I think they may have something to say about it though.
Usher looked in the direction where Lutancix pointed and he saw three security guards approaching him cautiously, with their hands on the gun holsters. He looked back at Lutancix and could only mutter, Why?
Lutancix jumped off the chair and snapped, With you dead, The One will fail! And so will the Grand Scheme of those idiots who call themselves The Elders!
Usher looked back at the guards, who stood close by with their guns now pointed at him. They ordered him to drop face down on the floor. All he felt was overwhelming fear. He had no idea what to do. His seemingly great knowledge had forsaken him, as had his power. He was helpless, alone, and frightened. A cold sweat broke out on his brow, and he felt like crying.
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Lutancix said nothing as he stared hatefully at the man in front of him. He clearly saw the years of pain that this man had endured, but he knew that was nothing compared to what would soon take place. When Tanzac was through with Usher, his mind would be gone. He had the power to make this so, and he was very intent on making it happen.
Lutancix had a wicked smile on his face as he walked toward Usher.
All Usher could do was wish he were somewhere else. He thought maybe if he closed his eyes all this would disappear. He did so for a split second, and when he opened them, he realized he was out of time. The outcome of this situation was his death, he knew that. He took a deep, nervous breath, closed his eyes and waited. Many thoughts flooded his mind, and then silence. He could hear nothing, not even his heart beat. Was he dead? He felt no pain. Maybe it had been instantaneous. The last thing he heard was the guards, who ordered him again to drop to the floor. That was the very last thing he heard.
Usher opened his eyes, and all he saw was darkness. His mind, body and soul were captive in this place with no escape. He should have been afraid, but strangely enough he wasnt. All the fears he had felt before, had passed, and were now a part of the darkness around him. He felt an unusual sense of tranquility; he had only felt this one other time in his life. This place may have appeared or felt like paradise, but it was only another illusion.
Sometime later, Usher began to realize things were about to get really bad. He had given up trying to figure out how he had gotten here. It may be his mind trapped in this everlasting darkness, while his body remained in the real world.
He was dead.
In the real world, he watched as the guards drew their guns and ordered him to kneel on the ground. In those few seconds before the gun fire, he saw Tanzac, and he watched terrified as Tanzac ordered the guards to fire! Usher could do nothing but watch as the guards obeyed, and immediately opened fire on him. Sounds of gunfire filled that room and in a split second it was over. The silence. Usher may have been unarmed, but to everyone who witnessed this incident, he was wielding a machete.
In the split seconds that followed the gunfire, Usher was transported into the depths of Tanzacs world. Not only Usher, but also the guards, Drake, and everyone else in that hospital. In the blink of an eye Tanzac had transported everyone into his realm where hey would suffer an eternity of their own private hell
As Alex parked his car, he rubbed his hands together and cupped them in front of his mouth. It was a bone-chilling Monday night, and he had a strange feeling something terrible was going to happen inside that conference center. For the past two days and nights, he had been plagued with frightening visions and nightmares. The first time he experienced the series of visions was when he was driving home from the supermarket two days ago, and for that moment when all he could see was the surrounds in the visions he almost lost control of the car and crashed into a tree. The second happened shortly before he went to bed last night, and the third vision was an hour ago.
The visions were almost always the same. Each time, the sky above was covered with a mass of swirling hazy yellow gaseous clouds. The cold steel-like ground was almost covered with an array of blood that formed into a vast pool nearby. He always took a moment to take in the strange and terrifying surroundings, as if expecting to see something new. But nothing ever was. In this place there was a creature, which could only be described as half-human and half-dragon, on each side of its head it had a face, that represented the four corners of the world. Its arms were thick and its claws were long and slender, sharp enough to pierce even the thickest of metals without effort. Strewn around this beast was the multitude of nameless faceless bodies. The air was thick with the stench of rotting flesh and sulfur. Looking around, it was evident that these victims had tried to flee from the beast and failed. There was nothing that this beast had not consumed and destroyed, yet Alex was not among the dead. Standing among this array of death was always a woman, alive, for reasons that he could not comprehend. He would gaze at her flowing long hair, and curled around her scantily clad body were asps, and in her arms she carried a new-born child who seemed to have been born prematurely. In her eyes he could see deception and great fear.
He turned his gaze from the woman to the beast and for a moment felt there was something familiar about this place. He moved closer, stepping over the mutilated bodies, which were sprawled between him and that entity. The beast turned toward him, sneered, and then there was a flash of black light. The vision always ended at that point, and he always emerged from it covered in a cold sweat, his heart pounding.
Alex looked toward the building and then at his dashboard. He had to go inside, this night, above any other. Yet, he sat in his car, hesitating and rubbing his legs together against the cold. Finally, he got out of his black Pontiac Firebird Trans-Am, locked the door, and walked toward the conference center.
What the hell am I doing here? he asked himself. Yet, in the back of his mind he already knew the answer. During the time he had been attending these seminars, he knew that most of what he heard from other researchers and witnesses were well-fabricated hoaxes. If anything was true of supernatural circumstances, it was his own life.
His life was a classic example of one supernatural incident after another. So many things had changed after the deaths not only his fiance, but also his parents. After the death of his fiance, Alison, there were times when he would catch a glimpse of her spirit, either drifting around in his parents home or by her grave site. He had experienced many unusual things, like the time his mothers antique vase flew off the mantle and shattered against the opposite wall.
Alex entered the conference center. He went to Room 4, where the meetings normally took place, and chose a seat in his usual spot, four rows from the back. He sat alone, which was how he preferred it. He was no longer the social type, and quite often crowds caused him to suffer panic attacks. Sometimes, they were mild and bearable, yet, other times, the feeling of anxiety was so overwhelming that he felt like shutting himself away in his apartment where he knew he would be safe. They were always the same, increased heart rate, cold sweats, jittering, nervous speech. but, sitting where he was, he felt safe. Even from his own anxieties.
There was a definite aura in this place tonight. He could feel a strange presence, and the longer he stayed there the stronger the feeling became. Yet, in this room with several dozen people, he seemed to be the only one who sensed it, and for a moment, he asked himself “why me?”
He carefully observed the other people as they came in then turned his gaze to others in this room. Some professed to be sensitive to the spiritual, yet judging by their expressions, it appeared they felt nothing. His inner senses told him that some of these people were here to find someone new to hook up with, nothing more. Some had no interest inthe paranormal whatsoever.
He turned his attention to the three men on stage, and in that moment he felt a cold chill sweep over him, and he felt goosebumps cover his arms and legs. He shuddered and glanced around, looking to see if anyone had noticed him, but no one did. He breathed a soft sigh then turned his attention back to the stage and at the three men. He recognized one of them who was the chairman of this society, but the other two men he didnt know. His attention shifted focus on a young woman, probably in her early twenties, as she entered the room and walked on stage, set a pitcher of water and some glasses on the small table in front of the men, and then left. Once she left the room, he turned his gaze back to the stage. One of the three men, who looked like a Native American, drew Alexs attention more than the other two. Again Alex got that same cold chill run through him when he looked at the Native American, and again he looked away. He began to feel very weird sitting here, very uncomfortable. His eyes darted around the room, and the feeling of anxiety started to hit him, just as it did so many times before. The lights seemed to glow brighter and the room felt like it was spinning.
I have to get outta here. He thought to himself, as he motioned to stand, but he did not. It was as though he could not. He was meant to stay here. The feeling of this anxiety was strong, oppressive, overpowering, but there was nothing he could do. He had left his meds at home, and without them, he felt too afraid to get up and leave just in case anyone happened to notice him.
No one noticed, nor did anyone care. He was being paranoid about nothing.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply and focused on his own special place of peace and refuge. Soon, the anxiety subsided and he started to feel more secure about being there. He breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes. His eyes darted around and at first glance no one had noticed his panic attack. And that was true to a point. No one at first seemed to notice, but there was one who did notice.
He looked back at the stage, and as before his attention was drawn to the Native American. He did not feel anything peculiar except very weak. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything that would divert his attention from where he was.