Chapter Three Continued…
He woke up suddenly, still confused by the dream he just had. It took him a few seconds for his eyes to focus properly and then he realized that this was reality! He was in his own bed, and Karen was sound asleep next to him.
“Great.” He muttered, regretting that the dream he had just had was nothing more than what it was… A dream. He sat up in bed and glanced over at the clock.
7:12AM it read.
Yep. He was home. Karen was softly snoring, and that damn clock ticked so bloody loud that it didn’t need an alarm!
He sighed, disgruntled with how this was, and he wondered why he couldn’t have stayed in the dream. At least in the last dream he was with someone who he desired, unlike the one he was with now.
He glanced over at her and could only wonder, Who is this woman in my bed? He regretted this life, and wondered why he even stayed.
He got up out of bed quietly, so not to wake her, and crept into the bathroom to wash his face. Yes, he more or less trudged into that bathroom. He was tired, and it was obvious why. The sequence of dreams had him at a loss as to what was going on and why. He washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror. Just as he vaguely recalled from every other time he looked in the mirror, nothing had changed, except now he was older. He looked older. He could see a few greys in his hair, which he always had a habit of plucking out. And he now had a defining small scar on his chin. He still had no idea how it got there. His obsessive behavious casued him to wash his face once again with that herbal soap and he rinsed his face with cold water, not once but three times before he looked at himself again.
“Man.” He muttered. “You look terrible.”
“You look fine.” He heard Karen say from behind him.
He turned and looked at her. She looked the same as she always did in the mornings. Tacky creame color cotton nightie and hair looking like a birds nest. Finally this was reality!
“Morning babe.” He said, smiling, and kissed her on the cheek.
“Mornin’ sweety.” She replied, as she kissed him back. He glanced her over, then walked out of the bathroom and went into the kitchen and poured himself a large cup of coffee, then went and sat out on the balcony and prepared to watch the day go by.
He sighed heavily, and realized that everything he had witnessed had been nothing more than a dream, and that made him depressed.
It was yet another Rostered Day Off for him, so he could afford to relax today. He had no intention of doing anything, except maybe perving on Tara, if she happened to be in the courtyeard below. How he hoped she would be there!
He leaned forward in his chair and spied down into the courtyard below, hoping that he would catch a glimpse of Tara, sunbathing by the pool. No such luck. The only person down there was the guy who cleaned the pool, and that was it. Nothing sexy about that guy at all.
He sat back in his chair and looked off to the distance. As he sat there reflecting over the series of dreams which made no sense, he bagn to wonder if this was all that there was to his life. He wanted more than what he had. He wanted to be happy, but he was far from that. He had a comfortable home, but that was not enough.
He knew that there had to be more than this.
There was a time when he had a certain happiness, but those days when he was a child, when he would spend his holidays at his parents cabin was a distant memory, and could never be regained.
He longed for those days again. He closed his eyes and could remember the cabin vividly.
His parents owned a log cabin at a small retreat in the forest, near the Glasshouse Mountains. He could remember that nearly every Summer they would make the long trip up to the cabin to spend a few weeks in “tranquility”. The cabin was isolated enough from prying eyes, which made a good excuse for other vacationers to go skinny-dipping in the nearby river.
Alex could remember the feelings of that place. How the air smelt so crisp and fresh, the sounds of the tropical birds, the noise of other children as they played. All too vivid those memories were, which made him smile.
He chuckled to himself as he could now smell that same crisp pine in the air.
“Ahh. How I have missed that.” He whispered. He opened his eyes and what he saw was not his balcony, but he was there, at the retreat, standing in the midst of the forest. He shook his head and looked around quickly, wondering how and why he was there.
Everything he remembered was there. That smell of morning dew was very strong, and the scent of pine was in the air, just as he had remembered. He could hear tropical birds singing their morning song from around him, as well as the sound of the nearby river, and the morning fog was beginning to settle.
“This is too wierd.” He said as stared around slowly. He was shocked to be in the place from his childhood, but he wasn’t afraid. More curious than anything else.
In the distance he could smell something cooking and he knew exactly what that smell was. It was the smell of pancakes. Not just any pancakes, but the pancakes his mother made.
“Mama.” he said softly, as he started to walk hurriedly in the direction of his parents cabin.
He had no idea what to expect when he would see his mother, and he really didn’t care. He just wanted to see his mom. As he hurried towards the cabin, he was filled with a mix of emotions. It had been many many years since she died, and although there was a part of him that was angry at her for leaving him, he was also anticipating and almost yearning to be held by her again. In his arms he felt safe.
“Alex.” He heard a voice suddenly say from behind him. He stopped and turned around quickly but saw no-one. He glanced slowly around, expecting to see something out of the ordinary but didn’t. He shrugged his shoulders and turned back towards the cabin.
“Don’t do it kid.” He heard that same voice warn sternly. He stopped and glanced around again. Nothing.
“Must be my imagination.” He whispered, “And if it’s my imagination I can do whatever I want.”
“I know what you’re intending to do kid.” It said, this time it’s voice was closer than before.
He froze and stared. Something was there alright. But what?
“Don’t be alarmed,” It said from behind him.
Alex turned to see a person standing infront of him, dressed in a black cloak, his face hidden under the hood.
He was taken aback, but he was not afraid. He just stepped back and sized up this person. “Who are you supposed to be?” He asked, “Some kind of Druid or Sith?”
The apparation ignored his comment. “I know what you’re intending to do kid.” He said once again, “Do you think that by revealing yourself to her that will change anything.”
“Maybe.” Alex said without thinking. “What would you know anyway?”
“You cannot change what is to come Alex.” He said, “She has a destiny to fulfil, just as you do. Telling her events that are yet to unfold will not save her.”
“She’s my mother!” He retorted, as he started to walk off.
The apparation grabbed him firmly by the arm and pushed him to the ground. “Don’t be an idiot Alex.” It said harshly, “Think about your actions carefully. If you follow this course of action to the end it will not end well for you and those you love will have died for nothing.”
Alex said nothing. He lay there on the ground and stared at the apparation for a moment. “You would do the same thing if you were me.” He said as he quickly scrambled to his feet and ran off.
The apparation didn’t follow. Instead he pulled the hood back to reveal his face. Alex ran and glanced back to see if he was being followed and for a split second he caught a glimpse of the apparation, and in that moment he could have sworn that the apparation was himself.
He stopped and looked back, but the apparation was gone. He stood there and tried to second guess what he saw, but it made no sense. That apparation certainly looked like him, but it couldn’t have.
It made no sense. He looked back in the direction he was going, then glanced back once more before he ran off towards the cabin.
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What will happen next? Stay tuned to find out as more will follow.
Buy The Chosen to see how it all began!
Chapter Three Continued…
He awoke with a gasp and in a cold sweat. He sat upright quickly and felt his chest, then his groin. He wasn’t bleeding and his balls were still intact. There was a certain sigh of relief, and he glanced around the room. Yep, he was again in Tara’s bedroom, and she was sound asleep next to him. He sighed heavily and went to get up, sitting on the side of the bed and rested his head in the palms of his hands. His head still ached from yesterday, although now he wasn’t sure why exactly.
He glanced at the clock-radio next to the bed and it continued to flash 00:00AM.
“Great.” He whispered as he stood up and walked down the hall into the bathroom. He washed his face with cold water then he stood and stared at himself in the mirror, and tried to figure out just how he ended up in Tara’s bed. By now he had given up trying to figure out anything, as no matter what he did, things weren’t as they seemed, and he really started to believe that he had finally gone insane.
He washed his face again, then looked back in the mirror. He gasped in fright, and turned to see Tara standing there in the doorway, leaning against the wall.
“Morning sleepyhead.” She said, “You okay?”
He hesitated for a second, then answered, “Yeah. Fine. Just bad dreams.”
“Again?” She said, as she moved passed him, kissed him on the cheek, then began to brush her teeth. “Ya know you may wanna talk to someone about that.”
She rinsed her mouth then answered, “The dreams. Obviously there is something locked away in your subconscious that is trying to tell you something.” She paused to wipe her face, then continued, “There are some good hypnotherapists around who deal with that sorta thing.”
“Yeah, I will keep that in mind.” He said, then asked, puzzled, “By the way, how did I end up here last night?”
“You don’t remember loverboy?”
He shook his head “No.”
“Lets just say that we had the best night, last night sweety.” Was her response as she put her arms around his shoulders and kissed him passionately.
That scent again! That scent that drove him wild was dominant again, and he could feel his manhood swelling by the feeli of her body next to his.
“Not now baby.” She said, gently squeezing his cock, “Later, okay.”
He nodded and smiled. His eyes followed her as she walked out and went into the kitchen.
“Hey you hungry?” She called out.
He turned and looked at himself in the mirror again, and wondered if this was again a dream. He wasn’t sure. Like the other nightmares, it sure seemed real.
“Eggs and toast?” She asked, popping her head in the doorway.
“Sure, that’d be nice. Thanks.” He said, looking at her through the mirror.
She smiled at him and went back into the kitchen. He stood there and stared at himself in the mirror, noticing how old now looked. Strange, he hadn’t noticed how the years had aged him, and although he was now in mid thirties, he seemed to look older, like in his forties. Maybe he was tired. But the bags under his eyes sure told a story. So did that small scar on his chin. He didn’t remember having a scar there before, not before today anyway…
Maybe he was hallucinating…
As though he had an Obsessive Compulsive tendencies, he washed his face once again then went back into the bedroom and put his pants on before he went and joined Tara in the kitchen.
“Smells good.” He said as he walked in.
“Hope you like it sweety. I’m not much of a cook, but I do try.” She said, as she served his breakfast.
“It looks great.” He replied, and kissed her, then sat down at the kitchen table. “So tell me,” He began to say, “How exactly did I end up here last night? As the last thing I remember was being on your sofa.”
“You must have hit your head hard last night when you fell out of bed.” She said, smiling.
He smiled, but was not amused, more puzzled if anything.
She served up a small portion of omelette for herself then sat at the table and looked at him. He saw something in her eyes, something familiar. It was a look he had seen before from someone. But he couldn’t remember who. She gently reached over and squeezed his hand and her eyes spoke a lot of unspoken words, or seemed to.
God she’s beautiful. He thought to himself. That was all he could think right then. There was definitely something so familiar about this though. It was as though….
“Last night you passed out on my sofa.” She began to say, “I had gone to get you a drink and when I got back you were asleep. So I didn’t want to wake you and left you sleep a while.”
He frowned, still confused, “That doesn’t explain how I ended up in your bed, and naked.”
She smiled and said, “You weren’t asleep long, maybe two hours. When you woke up you checked your cell and said that you didn’t want to go home. Karen had sent you afew nasty text messages last night, and going by what she said, I think it is obvious that she doesn’t care about you.”
“I figured that.” He said, as he started to eat, “So then what?”
“We sat on in the lounge talking for a while then one thing led to another and, well, I don’t have to say how wonderful you were last night.” She again squeezed his hand.
Well that sure explained enough. He was satified with that, and quite frankly, he rather enjoyed being here than being back at home in the Den of Doom.
He smiled at her, and continued eating, while she sat and watched him eat. Although he was flattered that she chose to sit and watch him eat, at the same time he did find it uncomfortable, but he didn’t say anything. He chose to enjoy her company rather than say what he thought.
As much as he enjoyed being there and enjoyed her attention, he knew that he had to get back to reality and face the music at home. He really did not want to read the message on his phone, but he knew he had to. That would tell him what type of mood Karen was in, and going by those messages he would know whether to go home of not.
He picked up his phone went and stood and in the kitchen and looked at the display on his cell. He had 35 unread messages.
“Damn.” He muttered.
“What is it?” Tara asked, coming over to him.
“35 messages.” He said then thought, Just like in the dream.
Tara looked at him but didn’t say a word. Her eyes spoke what she thought, and even though she may have been right, he had to read them. With a heavy sigh he flipped open the phone and opened his inbox. Just as he assumed, all messages were from Kaz, and just as it was in his nightmare, most messages were easily deletable and non relevant, with the exception of the last few.
Among the many messages of “Where are you?“, “What time will you be home?“, “Where are you, you prick!“, and not to forget her ever favorite, “When you get home we need to talk!”
Before he had a chance to read the last three messages that could have only been more abusive than the last one of “Had enuf of UR games Alex! I kno who U R wif! U can bet she wont get away with dis! U n her can both rot n die!“, a loud knock came on the front door, and they both knew who it was.
“Karen.” They said at the same time.
Tara looked into his eyes, “You stay here. I’ll talk to her.” She said, already walking towards the door, finshing with, “Don’t say a word.”
He didn’t say anything, rather he put his phone to silent mode and stood in the kitchen and listened to the commotion.
He heard Tara open the door, and then mumbling. He couldn’t hear exactly what was being said, but by the tone in Karen’s voice, he could tell that she was really pissed off! And why shouldn’t she be! After all, he was in another womans’ apartment, and had obviously fucked her six ways from Sunday!
He couldn’t quite make out what Tara and Karen were talking about, but it was obvious that Karen had settled down a little, and after some moments, he heard the door close and then silence. He had no clue what happened, and after Tara didn’t come back into the kitchen after afew moments, he walked softly into the lounge and looked towards the front door.
She wasn’t there!
“Tara?” He said softly, “Tara?”
Where was she? He hoped that Kaz hadn’t done something damn stupid, like dragged her into the hall to beat the crap out of her. And for a moment he imagined that she had, but he quickly dismissed that thought, thinking that Karen didn’t have it in her to do something like that… But then again.. She was a woman scorned and she was liable to do anything!
He glanced around the room, then walked silently to the front door and peered therough the peephole. No, couldn’t see her out in the hall, and he couldn’t hear anything out there.
Not again. He thought, thinking that he was in another nightmare.
“Babe.” He heard Tara from behind him suddenly.
He turned quickly and was startled to see her standing near the sofa. There was sadness in her eyes. He could see that she was upset. Where she had vanished to a few moments ago he really didn’t care. Right now, she needed him.
“Are you okay?” He asked, going up to her and holding her close to him.
She nodded and wept. “I’ll be okay.” She said through tears, “That woman is a dead-set bitch.”
He knew that, and he wasn’t going to defend the woman he had lived with for the last ten years. He had spent the last decade in the sixth circle of hell, and that was enough for him.
He wanted to leave Karen. That was obvious and plain as the nose on his face, and now, he felt in a way, he could. This woman, Tara, was strangely familiar to him, and not because of the fantastical sex that he couldn’t remember, but there was definitely something about her that he knew….
He held her close then kissed her softly on her lips. Her lips were warm, soft, almost sensual to the touch, and a part of him couldn’t help but want to have sex with her right now, but now wasn’t the time.
“Can I do anything for you?” he asked her.
She nodded and replied softly, “Yes. Wake up.”
He looked at her, confused as hell, “What did you say?”
She looked into his eyes, “Wake up baby.”
He looked at her with a strange look in his eyes, and didn’t say anything. He was confused.
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Part Five up next…
Bloodline of Darkness is the second novel by C.A.Milson, and is the continuing saga of the life of Alex, a man chosen to stand against dark forces that seek to harvest the souls of humanity.
Bloodline is set ten years after Alex’s encounter with the supernatural in Winmont, when he stopped the legions of darkness from destroying the small town.
Now, ten years on, Alex has forgotten all he was, and the supernatural forces have found a new way back into the world, lead by one of the chief Fallen One’s, Tanzac.
In this entry I will give you, the reader, an insight into the background of who’s who.
In an age where Mythology and sorcery ruled, the tribe of Mezulbite worshipped a mythical being, Tanzac, and he ruled the land with tyranny. No one knows exactly how Tanzac came to the Mezulbite peoples, as one day he was not, and then he was. That is all history records of this being.
It is believed that Tanzac ‘s origin was one of the Fallen Ones who was cast out of Paradise, and like many other Fallen Angels, he took up flesh and took for himself many slave-girls as wives. His wives spawned sons, each being born without a soul, and hideously deformed. It was quite common for the spawn of Tanzac to be stillborn, and those who survived the birth, were devoured alive so that their spirit could roam the earth. It was common for the wives of Tanzac to be brutally murdered after they had given birth to his hell-spawn, either by himself or by blood-sacrifice.
Tanzac ruled one such tribe, The people of Mezulbite, and they would appease their God by offering sacrifices of babies, young children and virgins. Only the pure blood of these sacrifices would appease the god who walked among the Mezulbites.
But everything was never as it seemed. Tanzac hated humans, and he wanted to see every mortal suffer, just as he suffered for being cast out of Paradise.
There came a time though, when Tanzac’s rule came to an end, when “The Breath” came upon the land and wiped out his hell-spawn. Tanzac’s fury was relentless, and he destroyed all but a small handful of the tribe of Mezul, not without a price.
After Tanzac wiped out Mezul, he was encountered by The Ones who encarcerated him, his followers and the other Fallen Ones in Tartarus. There Tanzac was to remain.
It was recorded by the Elders of The Ancient Ones, that “Just as night becomes day, arise the Dark One shall to reap on the land what had begun millenias ago.”
That day came to light when a group of teenagers invoked an ancient spell, and opened the door for Tanzac to manifest into the world once again.
One of Tanzac’s high generals, Lutancix, was sent to pave the way for Tanzac’s return. It was also fortold by the Elders, “Come a time when the Fallen returns, a new One shall arise, born into the House Of Blood he shall be, to overcome the Oppessor.”
“Behold O Fallen One, your stars shine no more when The One has come!”
These prophecys came to fulfillment when Alex destroyed the clearing, and once again Tanzac was encarcerated in the depths of his own realm, Tartarus.
The Elders went on to prophesize, “Times shall pass, and new blood is born. The One shall see the mysteries of the beginning and shall account for all that shall come. Transgressions of the people’s shall be as a multitude as rivers of blood and he shall be no more until the final age.” Yet in another Quatrain they spoke, “In the dark, he shall seek light, and the Fallen shall stand in the judgement seat of the lost and shall come unto his own.”
Prophecies yet to come, which will be unvealed in this book.
ABOUT THE ELDERS:
In the era of Mezul, the Elders were the High Priests who were self-titled seers. The had the gift of being able to forsee certain times and events of history. Quite often the Elders would fortell of when the harvest would bring plenty, and when dark times would affect the tribes.
They were once held in high regard by the Mezulbites, that was until the their pride got in the way and they became haughty and proud because of their giftings. In their arrogance the Elders lost sight of what things they were meant to foretell which also played a part in the destruction of the Mezulbites.
It was recorded, “Beguiled we had become, our hearts proud. We set our sights above God, and wrath destroyed us all.”
It was no secret that The Elders abilities also became their downfall. Yet, in death, they got redemption and were able to forsee the things that were yet to come.
It was a shame they didn’t see all this before Tanzac wiped them out.
The Elders prophecised many things. In their mass prophecies, they did leave a final chapter, in which they say, “A new Darkness is born into the bloodline. Arise he will and shall become great in the nations of old. Run! Flee! For he is like a beast, devouring the foolish and the proud and the innocent! He gives light but he is darkness! O Dark One, your reign of destruction has come, and the One is nomore!”
Who is this “New Darkness”? Only Bloodline of Darkness will unveal the mysteries.
Journey with Alex as he seeks the truth of who he is.
ABOUT THE CHOSEN:
Alex was born into the bloodline of the Mezulbites. He is one of the last decendants of the ancient race that was all but destroyed. After Tanzac was incarcerated, it was foretold that “One shall arise to stand again the Fallen One.” Alex is that Chosen One. Destined to forfill a purpose that he doesn’t know about, and when he does discover who he is, he would rather forget about it and live a normal life.
A normal life is not what is in store for him, as while he is investigating a different paranormal event in the case of the Jamiesonn Hauntings, he is thrown neck-deep into a world that is governed by illusions, betray and dark sinister beings that like nothing more to do on a sunny day than harvest the souls of the living.
Alex’s journey to become The One is often met with trials and failures and trusting the wrong people. Even at times when his mouth speaks before he thinks, he gets into trouble. So it is unbelievable that this man has been chosen to save a small town from the storms of hell that are soon to be unleashed.
Alex is not alone on his journey. He is accompanied by several other paranormal hunters, including an American guy, Drake, who’s an investigator solely for the fame; A power-psychic, Usher, who’s Alex’s unknown spiritual guide, and Wang, who’s caught up in deception and sells out for his “thirty pieces of silver.”
Joined with his companions, he is to journey into Winmont to face the ancient enemy, Tanzac, and put a temporal end to Tanzac’s rule.
Alex’s quest is never easy, as while he is faced with stopping an ancient force, he is often attacked by another supernatural being, Jamiesonn. Jamiesonn wants the exact same thing as Tanzac. To harvest the world of the souls of every human that exists.
Quite a feat for one who was also born of the bloodline. Yes, for those who have not read The Chosen, Jamiesonn was also a decendant of the Mezulbites. But Jamiesonn was never one of those who were Chosen. Yet, of Jamiesonn it does say, “The Dark One arises from the south, and with him Death camps about his house.” And again, “He, the one Chosen, shall journey into the bowels of the pit to face his adversary and put an end to his linage.”
To find out more about Jamiesonn, you can buy The Chosen from any retailer listed on this website.
Chapter Three Continued…
“Wake up sleepy-head.” He heard the faint voice of a woman say. He opened his eyes, and sat upright in bed with a fright. He glanced to his left and saw Tara laying next to him, with her arm draped around his stomach. He threw her arm off and jumped out of bed, and immediately felt to see if his cock and balls were still attached.
“What’s wrong sweety?” She asked
“I – How did I – ”
“Oh..” She said sleepily, “You don’t remember last night?”
“Last night?” He paniced, “I don’t even know if this is real!”
“Oh poor baby, you had a bad dream again.” She said, “Come back to bed and tell me all about it.”
“No, I – I can’t. I have to go.”
“Go?” … “Go where?”
“Home!” he said in an almost panic as he fumbled to get his clothes on. “Karen is going to kill me!”
Tara sat up and looked at him, puzzled, “What are you talking about? Who’s Karen?”
He stopped long enough to look at her, and he realized that this was another dream. He sighed heavily, and wondered what was going to happen this time.
Tara got out of bed and walked over to him and ran her fingers through his hair with one hand and the other draped over his shoulder. He looked at her and he was afraid. His fear was noticable.
“Baby.” She said, then kissed his lips, “Come to bed.”
He shook his head. He didn’t want to. He wanted, needed, to make sense of this. He needed to know if this was real or if he had finally gone insane.
“I have to go,” He said, removing her hands from him, and walked out of the bedroom, throwing on his shirt as he grabbed his keys and cell phone then walked out of her apartment.
Tara stood and watched him leave, then shrugged her shoulders and went back to bed. She was too tired to go after him.
Alex stood in the hall for a moment and glanced at his cell phone. No messages.
“Odd.” He whispered. “Kaz should have sent a message, many messages.” He flipped open his phone and scrolled through the messages that were on his phone. Strangely enough, there wasn’t any from Karen, not even old messages from her. He checked his contact list, and her name wasn’t there. He glanced back at Tara’s apartment and muttered, “Bitch”, thinking she had deleted Karen’s messages and details from his phone.
He sighed and went to his apartment and tried to turn the doorhandle.
He tried his keys in the lock. They didn’t work.
“Changed the bloody locks again.” He muttered then knocked hard on the door. No answer. “Karen! Open the door! I know you’re in there!”
The distinct sound of the elevator chimed from down the hall. He glanced down the hall and listened as the door grinded open, and the light from the elevator car shone dimly in the dark part of the hall. He watched, and saw no one exit. One second, five seconds, ten seconds passed. Still no one exited the elevator.
He frowned and turned and faced the hall. He watched that elevator, or more to the point, he watched the open doorway, and as though in a trance, he stared.
“What the -?” He finally muttered, and started to step towards the elevator. He stopped momentarily to glance towards Tara’s door, then walked silently down the hall. With each step he took he became more afraid, and his hands began to twitch and his breathing became shallow. He hated this. He really fucking hated this!
When will these bloody games end? He questioned himself.
His answer came swiftly it seemed as he heard something creaking down the far end of the hall.
“What is that?” He questioned out loud.
Before he had a chance to second guess, he heard something like metal break, and a faint whistling. Almost immediately he felt something strike his chest and he was sent flying backwards, pinning him up on the far wall. He glanced down, and a metal rod had pierced his chest, puncturing his heart. Blood spurted out of the wound and seconds later he slumped, dead.
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Part Four of Chapter Three coming….
CHAPTER THREE CONTINUED…
Alex awoke with a startle and gasped. He had to glance around the room and it took some seconds for him to realize that he was in Tara’s bed, just as it had been in that dream. He flung back the sheet and stood up. Tara was not in the bed, but he could hear noises coming from the kitchen.
He was afraid of what was out there. He found his pants and put them on almost hurriedly, and crept out of the bedroom. There was the sound of tinkering in the kitchen, followed by the sound of something smashing and mumbling. He froze, startled, and swallowed dryly. He tried to remain as still as he could but his legs were trembling. He couldn’t control his nervousness at all.
I need to get out of here. Was the only thing he could think. He had no idea what to expect. Was this yet another nightmare or vision? What was the point of all these damn things? He didn’t want to know. All that he knew right now was he wanted relief, he wanted to get out of there..as fast as he could.
He took a step forward, and the floor creaked beneath him. He glanced down and gulped. He was so damn afraid that something was about to happen. He closed his eyes and began to whimper, not knowing what to do or to expect.
“Alex?” He heard Tara’s voice say. He opened his eyes and looked at her. “You okay?”
He looked down at the floor for a second then back at her,
“Yeah, I – I had a bad dream, that’s all.” He said, with noticable nervousness in his tone.
She walked over to him and ran her fingers through his hair.
“It’ll be okay now.” She said, “Go rest for a bit while I finish making breakfast.”
She kissed him on the cheek and turned and walked back into the kitchen. He did not even notice that she was wearing only a pink singlet top and blue lace knickers, not that it really mattered what she was wearing, or that he cared. He could just breathe a sigh of relief.
He took a look towards the kitchen then went back to bed and lay there, recounting the things he had seen in that dream. As much as he tried, he couldn’t make sence of anything, and he still didn’t know if he was awake or dreaming. He allowed himself to think about slapping himself in the face again, but remembering the vision from yesterday, he wasn’t going to do that again. He still had a headache from banging his head against the elevator door. Strange that he had a headache, since it was only a vision…
In any case, this had to be reality. The smell of her cooking breakfast was just too mouth watering to be fictious. He got himself comfortable in the bed and waited for her to join him.
“I hope you’re hungry!” She said, as she came in carrying a breakfast tray, and now wearing a black silk komono.
“I sure am.” He said with a smile, “What are we having?”
“Oh, just something I chopped up.” She replied, and placed the breakfast tray next to him. He looked at her, smiled and then looked at the food on the tray.
“What the hell!” He screamed as he sat upright in bed. What he expected was bacon and eggs, instead what he saw was his penis on the plate! He looked, and noticed that a big pool of blood quickly forming where his groin was. He quickly threw back the sheets to see that his manhood had been cut off!
“ENJOY!” She yelled, wielding a carving knife in her hand.
He screamed, terrorfied. This bitch was going to kill him! The last thing saw was Tara attacking him with the knife, screaming in a mad frenzy as she violently slashed his arms and then stabbed him in the face.
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Part Three Coming Up…
CHAPTER THREE – PART ONE
Alex awoke sometime the next morning, naked and in Tara’s bed. He squinted and looked around the room slowly. Tara was nowhere to be seen, at least, not anywhere he could see from the bed. From his viewpoint, he could see down the hall and a part of the loungeroom, but that was it. He couldn’t hear her either, so he assumed to himself that she had gone out. He looked at the clock-radio and noticed that it was a little after eleven am. For a second he paniced as he thought he had missed work, but then remembered that it was his rostered-day-off. He breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t have to go to work and he reclined back in bed, thinking – or wondering – just how he ended up in Tara’s bed. He knew that Tara would not have been able to carry him to bed, so that left him wondering just what happened the night before. All he remembered was sitting on the sofa, and after that, nothing. The next memory he had was waking up in her bed.
There was something else, Karen.
“Damn.” He muttered. “If she finds out she’ll kill me!”
He was strangely groggy from the night before, but he managed to drag himself up out of bed and the first thing he did after putting on his underwear was look for his cell phone. He quickly found it. Tara had placed it on the kitchen bench, along with a note. He glanced at his phone and saw that he had 35 text messages.
Damn, He thought, knowing that those messages could have only been from Karen. He dreaded flipping open his phone and reading those messages. He knew that those messages only spelled doom and trouble! He opted to read the note from Tara first before hearing the never-ending texts of threats from Kaz.
Lover, Thank you for a wonderful night. I had the best time. Feel free to help yourself to whatever you want in the fridge.See you later today.Luv,
“Nice” He thought, and held the note up to his nose. “Dior Mystique” He commented, noticing that she had sprayed a little perfume on the note, that particular perfume “Okay.” He sighed heavily, knowing that he now had to face the 35 messages that he knew Karen sent. He dreaded this, but he flipped open his cell phone and started to read the messages one by one. The first dozen or so were easily deletable, with random repeatable questions like “Where are you?” and “I am worried. Call me.” But the last half dozen or so he found disturbing, and normal for her, or as he would say, “Kaz being Kaz.”
Apart from her normal threats of “when you get home” crap, he found her messages boring, although one message did claim “I know where you are! You are with that bitch T!! Not to worry ‘loverboy’, I will show you and that skank!!!!!”
“Okay, now I’m worried.” He whispered, knowing that Karen was hardly someone who was rational when she got pissed off, but then again, he dismissed that notion as he figured that Karen was just mouthing off. Still, he had to go home sometime, and he knew that he had to face the music. Which was a pity that he had to go home, as he seemed to have a good time last night. Well, going by the note Tara left him he must have had a good time. It was a damn shame he just couldn’t remember any of it.
He glanced towards to kitchen window. It was sunny outside. Too sunny. He walked over to the window and pulled back the curtain and looked outside. It sure was a sunny day. The sun was high in the sky and very bright. So bright he had to squint and turn his head sideways. Down on the street he could see people running, not just some, but dozens of people. Infact, everyone he saw on the street was running.
“Odd.” He whispered, as he leaned in to the window to get a better look.
“Noises? What the …?”
He slid open the window to listen to what all the commotion was about.
It took him a second to figure out what the noise was about, and it wasn’t the regular noises of everyday life, like traffic and people chattering. It was screams. People were screaming in terror.The sound of a warning siren was blaring on the distance and car alarms were sounding off everywhere.
“What the hell is going on here?” He stepped back and glanced around the room.
Something wasn’t right here. Why were people running scared?
He frowned and scratched his head, then looked back out the window.
Suddenly the noises, the screams, the alarm bells, stopped. Just as strange as it was, there was now no one on the street. No noise, not a damn sound, and no movement. Not even rustling in the trees. It was as though the area had suddenly became deserted.
What the ….?
He shrugged his shoulders, and tried to think nothing of it. But he couldn’t help himself. There was definitely something amiss here, and he looked out the window again. Still no one. Not even a damn dog taking a piss on a tree! He leaned a little further out the window and glanced down the street to see if he could see anyone, someone, even a bird. But no.
He quickly glanced around the kitchen. That noise came from behind him. He peered around slowly, as though he suspected something in the room. Nothing. He saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Earthquake? What the heck?
He stepped into the loungeroom slowly, cautiously. He remembered the events of yesterday, and he was expecting something similar to happen now, but he had no idea what. As scared as he was, he didn’t want to appear scared. Infact, he smiled nervously and stood near the sofa.
Rumbling again, only this time it was right underneath him! He made a run for the door, but it was jammed shut!
“HELL!” He yelled, and ran towards the bedroom. Before he could get down the hall, the bedroom door slammed violently shut, leaving him nowhere to run. He glanced around quickly, and made a dash to the kitchen.
He looked around frantically, while that rumbling surrounded him. He had nowhere to run. All he could do was watch terrified as the walls around him became to crumble and fall apart, and the ceiling started to splinter and flakes of creamy-white paint snowed on the floor. Glasses and cups began to shatter around him and the windows etch and then shatter similtaneuosly. He paniced, not knowing what to do.
Before he had a chance to think anything else, the floor in the kitchen started to creak and tear apart, revealing a torrent of fire far below. He jumped back and glanced around what was left of the kitchen. He momentariuly glanced down into that fire, that damn fire, and he sure as hell didn’t want to get burned alive! He didn’t want to die! He didn’t know what to do!
He glanced at the window frame, and he could see a darkness, that fucking darkness, spreading across the sky! Not again! He glanced at that fire below, and then at the apartment which was falling apart right before his eyes. Doing the only thing he could, he ran and jumped out the window, just as the apartment erupted into flames and exploded.
He fell fast towards the ground, death was imminent.
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Part Two Coming Up…
Chapter Two Continued….
Alex opened his eyes and gasped heavily. He was laying on the floor, drenched in sweat and terrorfied. He scurried back into the corner and glanced around nervously.
“Alive!” He whispered. “I’m alive!” He sighed heavily, relieved, but terrorfied as hell. He was hesitant to do anything but sit there just in case that whatever he did ended up to be another nightmare. He drew his knees up near his chin and grasped his legs tight. He was afraid. Really afraid.
“Oh hell no!” He whimpered as he closed his eyes. He listened fearfully as the door slowly grinded open, then silence… again
“Alex?” He heard a female’s voice say. “Alex!” Her voice yelled with grave concern.
He wanted to open his eyes and look, but he was too afraid to do anything.
“Alex! Are you okay!” Her voice yelled again. He remained there, trembling, weeping, eyes closed tight.
“Alex!!” The woman shook him hard and he opened his eyes to see Tara.
He gasped with relief.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“I – I don’t know.” He muttered as she helped him up to his feet and began to lead him out of the elevator
“What happened to you? You look like hell.”
“If only you knew.” He said softly, trembling from his experience.
He was not sure if this was real or not, but if anything he was relieved that he wasn’t in that damn elevator. Tara lead him down the hall and paused near his apartment and fumbled for her keys.
“You better stay at my place and lay down for a while.” She said, “You can crash on my sofa.”
He nodded and watched as she got out her keys and unlocked the door.
“You know,” she whispered, as she opened the door and helped him inside, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”
Alex went and slumped on her sofa and groaned as he sat down. Although his experience with the flames of darkness was notning but a vision, his body was oddly in pain. He couldn’t figure out why, and he still had no idea if this was yet another vision. In any case, he really didn’t care. He was safe here, on this white sofa, and that was good for now. The last thing on his mind was going home, or anythine else. He was exhausted, mentally and physically.
He closed his eyes and slowly the pain in his body started to subside. He could feel the aching, the pinching, the strain, starting to fade. He could breathe again normally now. Yes, he was sure that this was reality… or he hoped as much anyway.
Tara locked the door and went and joined him on the sofa. “I have to tell you Alex.” She continued, “I may not have known you and Karen for long, but I have seen enough to know you’re not happy.”
“Oh?” he asked, opening his eyes and glancing over at her.
“Damn Alex.” She said, “You really look terrible.”
“I’ve seen better days.” He smiled.
Let me get you a drink and you can tell me what happened.”
He nodded and watched her get up and walk into the kitchen. “So what the hell happened to you Alex? Did someone do you over?” She called out from the kitchen
“No. Noone did me over. Just…”
She came back into the loungeroom with two glasses of rum and coke. She handed him his drink, and took a sip of hers, “So tell me what happened.”
“I’m not sure.” He said, and groaned as he leaned forward and took a drink. “All I know is that I parked the car, got in the elevator, then all this weird crap started to happen.”
“Oh? Like what?” She asked.
He glanced over at her then looked at no particular point in between his feet. “I wish I could tell you, but I don’t understand it myself. Besides, you wouldn’t believe it.”
“Go ahead, Alex. You can tell me.” She reassured him, placing her hand on his.
He smiled at her and shook his head. “I don’t know how to tell you. You may think I’m insane.” He let out a mock laugh and continued, “Hell, I experienced something really messed up and I think I’m insane, so why wouldn’t you think the same?”
“No. I wouldn’t think that.” Her hand held his firmer, and he found comfort in that. He felt he could trust her.
He sighed heavily and told her everything that had happened in the elevator. He told her about the visions, the darkness, the terror he witnessed. When he had finished recounting most things, with the exception of the vision of her, he looked at her and her expression told what he had suspected.
“What you think I’m insane, don’t you.” He said as he stood up, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything… I better go.”
“No.” she said, reaching for his hand. “Stay. Please.”
He glanced at her hand and looked in her eyes. Her words were soft, soothing, comforting, and the look in her eyes. That look, was familiar to him. A look he had not seen since…
She motioned for him to sit next to her by patting the sofa, smiling at him. He was oddly comfy here. Too comfy, but what could he do? If this was another illusion there was nothing he could do. He knew that, but at least if this was another vision, it was more tolerable than the previous ones in that damn elevator.
He sat next to her and looked at her face, taking in every part of her. He noticed the light blemishes on her face and the dimples in her cheeks. She had a smile that was warm. He suspected something.
And how could he not? The last half hour or so he had been in a non stop series of visions which reminded him oddly of being in The Twilight Zone, and he wondered just when the bomb here would drop on this scene. After all, in the months she had lived across the hall, she had hardly said two words to him, and now all of a sudden she was Miss Compassionate of the Year. He hardly thought so. He didn’t know what force was at work in all this, but whatever it was, he would play it’s game for now.
“What do you think?” He asked.
“I don’t know Alex.” She said, and paused. She wanted to say something. He could see it. She probably was thinking that he was insane. If she thought that, she sure as heck wasn’t saying it.
She looked at him and motioned to say something, then hesitated.
“What is it?” He asked, assuming she was uncomfortable with his presence. He looked away and nodded, understanding, “I’ll go.” He said.
“No. Don’t.” She almost insisted. “I wanted to tell you…” She paused long enough to smile at him which was reassuring.
“Don’t keep me in suspense.” He joked, trying hard to make light of a situation he felt that was otherwise going to explode on his face.
“As I started to say before, Alex, I haven’t known you and Karen long at all, and I have seen that you are not happy in the situation you are in.”
“That I can agree with.” He agreed, nodding, but thought Okay where is this going?
“There is something I have wanted to tell you for some time now, in regards to Karen.”
Okay here we go He thought
“I’m not sure if you know but, when you are at work she has, well, a visitor.”
Alex frowned and looked at her and asked with one brow raised, “Visitor?”
She motioned and said, “Ya know… A visitor.”
He looked away, “Oh.” He was stunned, no shocked. Shocked was hardly the word to use, more like angered. He felt angry and betrayed, but then again he did suspect something had been going on. Especially since of late she hadn’t wanted to have sex, claiming that she was too tired and wasn’t interested at all in him sexually.
“I know.” She said, placing her hand on his knee.
He glanced at her then looked away. He didn’t know if this was a dream, but he was certain of one thing, what he was told had been in the back of his mind for some time. He took another drink, and this time finished the almost full glass with one long swig.
For the first time in ages, alcohol actually was starting to do what the legends talked about… Relaxed him, and he started to feel more relaxed and open.
“Let me get you another drink.” She said, taking his glass and walking into the kitchen.
Alex reclined on the sofa and closed his eyes. Before too long, everything started to become blurry and the room started to spin.
“What the hell …” Was all he could whisper then he passed out. Only a darkness, that strange darkness, engulfed his mind.
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Next Up.. Chapter Three, Part One
Chapter Two Continued…
Alex opened his eyes with a startle and looked around. He was alone.
“DAMN IT!” He yelled as loud as he could, banging his fists on the wall. “What the hell is going on!”
He hated this. No, he REALLY hated this! He banged his head against the wall for good measure, just to make sure that this time he was awake.
“OW!” He screamed as he craddled his head in his hands.
Okay, this time he was sure that he was awake. A headache this bad had to be real!
He didn’t have time to think anything else as afew seconds later he heard a familiar sound, which was a welcomed relief.
DING! He heard the sound of the elevator.
“About time!” he muttered, “Had enough of this for one day!” He regained his composure and stood near the door and waited for it to open. “Going to get home, eat, get smashed on vodka and listen to Metallica.” He said to himself.
He was too focused on the impatience of the door opening to notice that the elevator was still almost in darkness, with the exception of the dim glow of the red light that flickered in the celing. Not that he really cared anyway. The only thing he was thinking about was getting inside the apartment.
Seconds passed, and still the elevator door had not opened.
“That’s strange.” He muttered. Looking at the panel then at the door. He glanced up and noticed that the light showed that he was on the ninth floor, which was the right floor. But the door had not opened.
Hmmm. He thought. He listened carefully, to see if he could hear anything. He wasn’t sure what, but he could hear something beyond that elevator door. He turned his head and listened more intently, pressing his ear against the door.
“What the hell is that?” He whispered, “Crackling?” He leaned back and stared strangely at the door, and listened as the sounds become louder and closer.
Noise.. The elevator jolted and the door began to move. Alex stood back and watched as the door slowly opened. He turned his gaze from the door to what lay beyond this elevator.. Darkness. Nothing but a vast darkness, but there was heat, intense heat.
“This can’t be happening!” He screamed.
He stood back against the wall and shielded his eyes with his hands. As the door opened more, that heat grew more intense, until finally the door was fully opened, exposing him to the fullness of this heat.
Instantly the elevator started to get intensly hot and the walls began to smoke and smelter. He tried to find a place to cover, but there was nowhere to run. He was trapped!
“HELP!” He screamed, as he looked out into that darkness. “HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!”
The heat began to singe his clothes and within a mere few seconds the walls and ceiling began to melt and the floor became incredibly hot that the soles of his shoes began to melt. The stench of burning metal and rubber filled that elevator.
He was overcome by the heat and he fell on his knees and screamed in agony as the intense fire grew hotter. His nostrils began to fill with the awful stench of his skin burning.
In seconds his face ignited from the heat. Flames began blazing from his eyes, nostrils, ears, mouth — every opening in his body, flames were roaring out. His body sizzled and crackled from the fire.
He madly thrashed and convulsed from the horrible pain. He wanted this to stop! He begged for this to stop! But it wouldn’t!
“When will this pain stop?” He screamed, but it never would. He WAS in hell!
The darkness was terrifying, but from out of the darkness he felt something begin to stir. Something was there, something more terrorfying than that damn inferno!
His screams of agony was the last thing that could be heard before his skelton was all that remained for a mere second, before his skelton was also engulfed in the fire.
As quickly as the heat and fire appeared, it vanished and only darkness remained.
Silence. There was silence now. No thoughts, no pain. No imaginations. Nothing but fucking silence! Was he dead? It seemed so.
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Stay Tuned.. Part Five Up Next…