Deep Into That Darkness Peering Part-11

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Deep Into That Darkness Peering-
Part Eleven

by:
Enemyoffun


Ryan Roth is a college freshman with a good life. He has a great girlfriend, a good best friend and seems to be starting his college career off on the right start. But something dark and dangerous comes into his life and things go from bad to worse.

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Author's Note: Here's Ch. 11, things are progressing at a nice pace. I have an end for this story in mind, hopefully about 4 more chapters or so. I'd like to thank djkauf for the edit, FaerieFyre for the Beta Read and DC Comics for the characters.

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Chapter Eleven:

I was floating; I was actually floating off the ground. Ok, so it was only like a foot or so but it was still something I couldn’t do a few days ago. I still couldn’t help but be impressed by such a feat though. It was wicked cool. After agreeing to train me---and his important phone call---, Richard and I went to work. Richard was his real honest to goodness name. I’m not sure what his last name really was but he told me to call him “Dr. Occult” for now. After a few hours, I ended up shortening it to Dr. O. I remember thinking how weird it was that his house was so sparsely populated but it turns out that was a good thing. The first thing the two of us did after he got off the phone was push his furniture against the wall. Then he started in with the training. It wasn’t much actually.

First, it was meditation and then we’d go from there.

We meditated that whole first day until midnight. I only managed to get into the dorm before they shut the building down. Luckily, I managed to not wake up Miss Perky. Dr. O and I set a schedule after that. Anytime I wasn’t in school, I was to be at his place “training”. Officially, I was getting some after school tutoring, or at least that’s what he told me to tell others. I’m not sure what he told people but whatever it was, it seemed to work. He was cool like that. I still didn’t fully trust him but so far what choice did I have. Besides, he did help me out big time with Dakota and Matthews. I’m not sure what he said to them but Dakota approached me the next morning before class and told me they were pulling out. She looked kinda upset about it so we hugged as we said our good-byes.

The only other problem I had was ditching my friends. Lori and the girls wanted to hang out, but of course, I couldn’t. Dr. O said he could take “care” of them as well but I didn’t like the tone of his voice. So I just gave them the official cover story and they bought it. Bart was indifferent though I think he kinda enjoyed hanging with me, being my own personal bodyguard and all that. I offered to let him follow me to Dr. O’s, too but he didn’t like the idea of school after school so he declined. Just as well, I’m not really sure how I would explain this all to him. Hell I didn’t even know what to make of it either. Here I was two days after finding out I was a super super freak and I was now currently levitating.

I say currently because I lost my concentration. The floor came at me fast and hard. My butt did little to cushion the fall. Some girls had those big butts without a lot of whatever in the back, me I wasn’t so lucky. So I pushed myself to my feet and rubbed my sore behind. I walked in place for a few seconds, trying to walk off the soreness. Then I sat back on the ground Indian style and tried again. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing my eyes as I did so. Meditation was all about clearing your mind and focusing. So that’s what I did or at least tried to. I think I got the basic principle down but for some reason I could never truly free my mind of all thoughts. Like right now, I couldn’t help but think of everything else in my life.

First and foremost, it was Katie. I’d been beating myself up over her death and my involvement in it. I thought it was fully my fault and even though it still was, I had The Rapture to think about too. It was partially responsible as well. I’m still not one hundred percent certain what it does yet, but whatever it did, it seemed to make Katie think her life wasn’t worth living. I suppose my little mental nudge didn’t help either. Then there’s what I did to Brody. I tried going to see him at the hospital yesterday afternoon---in-between one of my classes---but I couldn’t get up the nerve to step foot into his room. According to the nurse at the desk, Brody was brain dead. They were baffled by the cause, too. It was as if his entire mind shut itself down. His body was still functioning but there was nothing there. She mumbled something about his pallid gray coloring too, which apparently “freaked her out.” Dr. O was pretty specific on the cause of Brody’s ailment: it was The Rapture.

The Rapture, that evil fucking necklace from Hell. Or least it should be from Hell or cast into it or something.

If it wasn’t Katie or Brody, my mind was definitely on the necklace. I no longer pined for it like I used to before. Dr. O helped me with that. Or rather, the chakra stone on my forehead did. He said that it was helping control my emotions and keep things in check. One of those things was my power and the other was my dependency on the necklace. I was no longer stroking my neck and I didn’t have the urge to stop in front of every reflective surface and peer at my back too. The chakra stone was fantastic but all that fantastic stuff relied on its user, too. That’s why I was doing this meditation; it was to help me build up my concentration and focus.

That was the plan anyway.

I sighed heavily, opening my eyes. I looked down at my legs. I was wearing a pair of stretchy black Lycra gym shorts. They weren’t exactly something I would have picked out for myself but Dr. O insisted. He also insisted on the sports bra. He said that the less constriction on my body, the easy it would be to focus. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was a perv who just wanted to see me naked. However, he never looked, not even once. I’m not sure I agreed with him about the bra and shorts though, they were by far one of the most constricting things I ever wore. The shorts were too tight and the bra was squishing my boobs into my chest, making it a bit hard to move. I guess it doesn’t help that the bra actually belonged to Lori---who was a cup size smaller than me.

I sighed again. This time it must have been loud enough for Richard to hear from the other room. “You’re not concentrating.”

I uncrossed my legs and jumped to my feet. “It’s hard to concentrate when I’ve got so much on my mind.”

I walked into the kitchen. Dr. O was sitting at the table reading the paper, a cup of tea in front of him. I dropped into my usual chair.
“You’re not going to learn anything if you slack off, you know.”

I huffed. “I’m taking a five minute break.”

I looked at the headlines but nothing seemed to interest me. The other day there was a story about the new nut bouncing around the nights in Chicago. The press was calling him the Roving Ravager because of the red RR’s he left spray painted at the scene of each of his “encounters”. He apparently was the newest thug to take to the streets. The city did have their fair share of heroes from Giganta to Booster Gold to The Bat. Though it looks like the Bat was on holiday and this RR guy was picking up the slack. If you asked me, I think Phoenix was better off with just The Flash.

I reached to the center of the table where a plate of muffins was sitting. Dr. O didn’t look like a baker so I’m guessing they were bakery bought or something. They weren’t fresh anymore but I broke off a piece and shoved it delicately into my mouth. Whoever made them they were a fantastic baker?

“I think your five minutes are up.”

I frowned. “How am I suppose to focus with all the crazy shit going on?”

He lowered the paper. The look on his face told me that he knew what I was talking about. If it wasn’t the Rapture, it was the bald guys. Though I hadn’t seen any since training with Richard, apparently they were around. Bart said he saw a pair lingering outside my dorm yesterday morning. He managed to follow them for a bit but then lost them in the crowd. Dr. O seemed a bit worried about them. When I first told him about them, he didn’t seem too fazed. But that was before I mentioned the tattoo and the necklace. Now he was just as worried as Bart, though he was better at hiding it. Though he didn’t say it, I think he was worried they were after the Rapture.

“Have you seen more of them?”

I shook my head. “Bart did though.”

He nodded. He didn’t say anything more. So I decided to press the subject a bit. “What does your friend think?”

His friend was the woman he called that first night---Jennifer. She was some big magical muckity muck in Texas. Apparently, she knew a lot about the Artifacts, the two of them had been working together on tracking them down. Though she wasn’t a member of his Order, she was still a great ally. But after he got off the phone with her the other day, I could tell something was wrong.

He sighed. “I’m not sure she’s going to even try helping us. Jennifer has always been a bit temperamental but there’s something different about her, something off….”

So no help of the magical kind for us.

“What about the rest of this Order of yours? What did you call them, Sentinels?”

The Order was actually the Order of the Magus, supposedly established by Merlin back in the days of King Arthur. Dr. O compared it to the Knight’s of the Round Table except for Magic users. They called themselves “Sentinels” and sorta guarded the magical secrets of the world. At one time, they had a huge organization but time wasn’t their greatest ally. A lot of their members were killed off and their home base was destroyed. Anything they might have had locked up was long gone, either destroyed or stolen. Some of it fell into the wrong hands. There was one item in particular that Dr. O was trying to find. It was the reason he was in Phoenix actually. According to him, he’d been tracking it for years. He thought he had a lead here and there---the last one was a few months ago in California. Then he picked up a strong magical presence here and thought it was the Blood Gem---the item he was looking for. But when he got here, he lost the signal. The best we can figure, he was actually picking up the trace signature from the Rapture.

“The Order is scattered,” he said to answer my question. “The closer member is in California but he appears to have gone missing.”

The way he said, “missing”, he made it sound like his friend was gone and not coming back.

We sat and stared at one another in silence for a few more minutes. Neither of us said a word. But about another minute or two later, he seemed to remember that I wasn’t doing what he told me too. He frowned, probably thinking I roped him into this little side track on purpose.

“Get back to meditation.”

I groaned, took my muffin and went back into the living room.

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“You need words of focus.”

Dr. O’s words kept ringing in my head even after a day. Yesterday’s meditation session didn’t go so well. Even though I was able to levitate myself three more times, it was only a foot and never for more than a minute. But he was a patient teacher and kept telling me to try again. So I did, over and over again. But my mind kept wandering, thinking about all the horrible stuff. It was my wanderings that seemed to be holding me back. That’s when Dr. O suggested that I needed words of focus. He said he could give me words but they wouldn’t have as much power. In order for the words to work like they were intended to do, I needed to find words of my own. In my case at least three. So I spent the rest of my time with him yesterday looking through old molding books but after a few hours, I came up with nothing.

Unfortunately, that was the least of my worries right now.

“Rach, girl, you’re daydreaming again” said Lori as she snapped her black fingernails in my face.

I blinked a few times then batted her hand away. The two of us were in the mall, costume shopping. It wasn’t exactly on the top of my To Do list on a Saturday but at least Dr. O was giving me the day off. When I say day off what I really mean is that he gave me a stack of books and told me to try to find those words. So Day Off with Homework is more like it. When Lori showed up pounding on my dorm room door at eight am, I almost slammed it in her face. But she was quick, not Barbara quick but still pretty fast. She grabbed the door, forced her way inside and told me there was no way in hell I was spending the day loafing. She used guilt too. I was spending too much time with the professor and not enough with my friends. Her guilt worked. But it had a backlash too, at least for me.

Angelina overheard us talking…

“You have been kinda staying out late a lot,” said my bubbly roommate as she popped her head into our conversation.

So now, it was the three of us. For the last two hours, it was us browsing the mall for killer costumes. Halloween was nine days away but Lori wanted to get our costumes squared away before hand. She got this great idea after seeing a copy of Macbeth by my bedside. Hey just because I wasn’t in the play anymore it didn’t mean I didn’t like it. Anyway, Lori got this crazy idea for her and I to do the three witches but overly sexed up versions of them. It worked out even better that we had Angelina now too. Lori was dying to Goth up the former cheerleader. Angelina was surprisingly compliant to her wishes too---but only because it was Halloween.

“I’m sorry guys,” I finally admitted with a sigh. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

Angelina hugged me. I normally would have freaked but it actually helped. Lori squeezed my arm and then the rest of the great costume search began. We tore the store apart but didn’t find what we were looking for. It was the third store and so far, there was nothing that seemed to impress my fashion forward friends. We even went so far as to peek in Hot Topic. When Angelina stepped over the threshold, I thought the girl behind the counter and the one browsing were going to die. It’s not every day the cheerleader shops in the Goth store. Our search of Hot Topic even came up empty. In the end, we finally abandoned the mall.

We ended up going back to the store where Lori first took me to shop. They didn’t have any costumes on sale but there was enough stuff there to pass. When we got inside, Lori decided to start with me. She took things from racks, stuffing them into my arms. When I overloaded, she pushed me toward the changing room. She and Angelina following close behind.

“I thought the point of Halloween is to dress up as something that you’re not,” said Angelina as I closed the curtain.

“It is” said Lori’s voice from the other side.

Angelina: “But you guys always dress like this.”

Lori: “True but you don’t.”

I couldn’t help but smile just imagining the look on Angelina’s face. The two of them talked a bit more but I kinda shut it out as I tried on one outfit after another. They were ok but a bit on the tight side. Though she didn’t claim to do so, Lori liked to torture me with tightness. Most of the dresses were black and each one was tighter than the last. I was squeezing myself into the fourth one, when Lori pulled open the curtain. I squealed and threw my hands up to cover myself; thankfully, the dress was fully on. I hated it when she barged in like that. It wasn’t the first time and it wasn’t going to be the last. But all of that was forgotten when I saw the smile on her face. I looked down and all I saw was my boobs pushed up farther than they were. I frowned until Lori turned me to face the mirror. What I saw surprised me. The dress was black but it had this thing to it if I turned ever so slightly it caught the light and looked purplish blue too. It was too tight in the chest area and made me look bigger up top. I liked the long sleeves though but one thing made me hate it the most. There was this slit up the side, running from the ankle all the way to my waist. I could turn and actually stick my whole damn leg out of the dress.

I opened my mouth to say I hated it but Lori beat me to the punch. “I think this is the one.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding” I said, shaking my head. “Half my body is exposed.”

She laughed. “Stop being such a prude.”

“I’m not wearing this.”

Lori got a pensive look. “I think you need a cape.”

Before I could say yes, no or otherwise she left. About a minute or two later, she came back into the little booth with a large black cape. Before I could complain, she threw it over my shoulders. It was long and surprisingly light weight. It had a large hood and these cool metal fasteners. I pulled the hood over my head and got a good look in the mirror. Walking around like this---even on Halloween---people were going to think I was a freak. Even though I didn’t care for the dress, the cape made all the difference. Staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but smile a bit. I liked that the hood was so huge and that I could hide myself almost completely in it. The best part of it though was the fact that I could pull the cape around my body, completely hiding the embarrassing slit.

Lori caught onto my smile, nudging me in the ribs. “So you do like it?”

I sighed. “I guess I can deal with it.”

Lori wrapped me in a hug. Then she pulled open the curtain. Angelina was standing there with a smile. I looked from her to Lori and back again. I think I was just played. They both realized their plan was discovered and burst into laughter. Our good time was interrupted by the ringing of Angelina’s cell. She stopped laughing to answer. Lori and I were laughing until we saw the puzzled look on Angelina’s face.

“No she’s not with us,” said the concerned looking ex-cheerleader.

“Jaslyn, I don’t think she’s cheating on you.” Angelina sighed.

Shay and Jaslyn were madly in love with each other. But they got like this. Shay liked her independence sometimes and Jaslyn liked to worry.

Angelina talked to her for a few more minutes. She kept reassuring her that Shay was fine; probably off on one her usual jaunts. She told Jaslyn to check those places and asked her to call back when she was done. Then Angelina clicked off the phone and shook her head. “Those two need to sort out their priorities” She saw the confused looks on our faces. “Shay didn’t come home last night. Jas thinks she’s off with another girl but Shay probably had too much to drink. Chances are she’s passed out on a couch somewhere.”

Lori laughed and nodded. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

We shared a laugh. Then I went back into the booth and changed back into my clothes. Lori took my bank card and the “costume” to the counter to pay for it. I helped Angelina find her costume. Overall, it took about another hour. By the end of it, Angelina had a nice black floor length dress but without the slit. She even got a cape too. It turns out we didn’t have to shop for Lori because she already had a dress and cape back home---big surprise there.

We went to lunch after leaving the shop then we drove Angelina back to the dorm. She took her bag and mine to our room. Lori and I were going to hang out for a bit longer but Ang had some homework. We left her with a frown as we went to Lori’s dorm. It’s funny how things turn out. Angelina still annoyed the hell out of me but she wasn’t as bad as I thought. I’m not saying that I was going to become best buds with her but these last few weeks of hanging with her and the others, it made me real welcome. None of them knew who I really was or rather who I once was. I’m not sure if they would care. I’m sure there might be a bit of awkwardness but they were cool like that. Shay and Jaslyn would crack jokes, Lori would probably shrug and Angelina would probably be confused
But that’s what I liked about them.

When we got to Lori’s dorm room, my whole body felt like it weighed two hundred pounds. I dragged my feet over the threshold. Lori wasn’t faring much better. She dragged herself over to the bed and collapsed on it. I actually found myself doing the same. We lay next to each other and she wrapped her arms around me. There was nothing sexual about the embrace though. We were two friends who weren’t attracted to one another and even if we were, we would never go any further than that. Friendship was too important to us.

I smiled at the thought and then sleep took me.

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When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the fog. It was thick and low to the ground. The second thing I noticed was the fact that I was inside. I turned around and blinked, wondering where the hell I was. It only took a moment to figure it out. I recognized the cold gray walls around me and the slopping ceiling. I cursed. It was the hallway, the hallway that led to the door with that Thing on the other side. I suppose it was only a matter of time before I ended up back here. I thought I was in the clear for a while. After all, it’d been a couple of weeks at least since my last encounter with “her”. I was beginning to think that maybe I’d imagined the whole thing and that it really was a dream. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case. Here I was---back in the hall, staring down its endless length. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs but instead I found myself walking.

The hall seemed a lot longer for some reason. It also seemed a lot narrower and the fog, where the hell did that come from. The further I walked the closer the walls got to me and the more fog came. At first, it was at my ankles then my knees and finally my waist. When it got high enough to keep me from seeing straight, I had to stop to get my bearings. There was something wrong, something off. The hall never used to be like this. It was always kinda dark and creepy but it was never this creepy and the fog was starting to freak me out. Not only did it seem to rise but it got thicker too. It got to a point where it was so thick that it was “pouring” into my mouth like water and almost choking me.

After starting and stopping three more times, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“What the fuck is this?” I shouted as loud as I could, my voice bouncing off the narrow walls around me.

I barely had walking room, my head stooped low as it was.

A noise came back to me and it wasn’t my echo. It was low at first but it started gathering in volume the closer it got to me. When it finally reached me, I recognized the distinctive laugh of the Thing. I cringed as that laughter tore into my body, sending a chill through my bones. It was nothing like the laughter from the last time. This laughter was strong and it had power, too much power. This laughter scared the shit out of me. I cursed and turned. I had to get the hell out of here and fast. So I started to run. Not that it mattered much. I didn’t get very far before I realized the fog was too thick to see where I was going. It should have been a straight line but now that I thought about, I wasn’t really sure how to get out of this place in the first place.

I stopped and turned around, screaming at the top of my lungs. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?”

My echo danced down the hall.

The laughter came rumbling back, louder and stronger than before. There was something else that came with it too, a strong force. It swirled the fog causing it to rip and tug at my clothes. I tried to bat it away but it was too strong. Then the fog changed, shifting from its dull gray color to a midnight black. It came at me from all sides like wicked tentacles. I tried to knock them away but they lashed themselves around my wrists. Then they started to pull. It wasn’t very strong at first but maybe that was because I was struggling. I screamed as loud as I could first in desperation then in fear. I still struggled though, trying my hardest to break free. That’s when one of the tentacles lashed out at my knees. It snapped hard like a whip, dropping me to the ground.

As soon as it did, there was nothing holding it back. They yanked with all their might and pulled me down the hall.

I screamed the whole way.

The tentacles cut off my circulation. I tried to bite at them but another one wrapped around my neck and another around my forehead, holding my head. I tried to fight back the tears and the pain but it was too much. The grip on my throat got tighter and it started cutting off my air. I knew this was a dream and that breathing shouldn’t matter but it did. It didn’t take long before the corners of my vision started to go black. I tried to fight it but I couldn’t. Whatever it was had a hold on me and wasn’t going to let go. But I wasn’t going to give in without a fight. I closed my eyes and started breathing. Concentration, I needed to concentrate. Dr. O was teaching me how to defend myself from attacks like this. When I told him about the Thing, he said meditation could help me fight it. I tried to tell him how powerful it was but he said that it didn’t matter as long as I was in control.

As long as I was focused. The only problem was that I didn’t know how to focus. I still didn’t have the words to do so.
Thankfully the dragging finally stopped. Unfortunately, it stopped exactly where I didn’t want it to. I caught sight of the door seconds before the tentacles slammed me into it at full force. Dream or not, it hurt like a bitch. I was momentarily stunned but at least the tentacles were gone. They vanished as quickly as they arrived and I was only once again. Well partially alone. I slowly pushed myself away from the door, feeling the blood from my split lip roll down my chin. I wiped it with the back of my hand and took another step back. The door still looked pretty much the same but there was something different. It took me only a second to see what it was. There was an energy coming from the dark. I could feel it; the wood seemed to be pulsating like a heartbeat.

“So you thought you could suppress me,” said the voice from the other side, the sinister Thing of my nightmares. “You little bitch.”

Something black and whip-like snapped through the door’s window, smacking me in the face. It was the only sound in the room and it sounded like the snapping of a whip. It stung like a bitch. I reached up and touched my cheek, it throbbed. The Thing laughed as the tentacle disappeared back from whence it came. The tentacles, somehow the Thing behind the door was behind them. How I had no idea. When I first started this whole thing, it barely had any power. Now I could feel it, radiating like heat from this thing. I actually took another step back, which caused it to laugh.

“You think distance is going to keep me from getting to you?” Another tentacle whipped out, smacking me in the thigh.

I cringed from the strike. I grit my teeth in pain. “How are you doing…?”

“This?” It asked as two more tentacles slithered underneath the door. “It’s all thanks to you. That little bout of power you displayed the other night, first with that fool in the parking lot then with all those delicious people at the party. You fed off them for me, giving me fuel to grow oh so much stronger.”

Something occurred to me then and there. “Are you The Rapture?”

The laugh that issued forth chilled me to the bone. “The Rapture?” It stepped closed to the opening, its four glowing eyes visible. “Your precious necklace did nothing more than jumpstart us. I’m not sure how it found us when it did but I was so thankful. To think that we might have been stuck in that horrid human body for the rest of our lives.”

“We?” I shook my head. “I’m not you and you’re not me.”

She chuckled. “You’re only half right. You’re friend hasn’t told you everything has he? He hasn’t told you about who you really are or why he’s making you wear that silly thing on your forehead. It’s not to control your emotions, it’s to suppress me. You see I’m your better half, the stronger half. I’m the One who deals with all your little problems. Like the parking lot and the police station and that sniveling little girlfriend of yours. Did you know that we have the gift of premonition? I saw into our future---she would have betrayed you in the end. As soon as she found out what you are and what you can do. She would have thrown the first stone.”

I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. “You’re lying.”

It laughed. “You know I’m right. I’m always right”

A tentacle slithered out from underneath the door, scooping up the key. It slithered over to me, dangling the key in front of my face. I shook my head taking another step backwards. “Stop fucking around and unlock the door, finish realizing me. We can kill those bastards after you. I’m not a bad person, Rachel. I’m not here to harm you but I will kill anyone who stands in our way. You shouldn’t let them tell us what to do; you’re a God to them. Not stop crying like a little bitch and LET ME THE FUCK OUT.”

Her scream at the end shook the hallway.

I took another step back. “I can handle those bald bastards. Dr. Occult is teaching me to control my powers, teaching me to suppress the bad and harness the good. I don’t need you.”

She laughed. “You always need me.”

I shook my head. “Leave me alone.”

She laughed. “I can’t leave you alone Rachel. I can never leave you alone. You are going to open this door and then we are going to flay the skin off those bastards who are tracking us. Then once that’s done, we can go about our way. If anyone gets in our way, we will strike them down.”

“No” I stammered. I slapped the key away; it soared across the small space and clanged loudly in the dark. “You’re staying where you are and I’m getting the hell out of here.”

I turned around and started to walk away. I got two steps when one of the tentacles lashed around my throat from behind. I should have seen it coming. This time it didn’t build up to choking me. It started fast and tight. It squeezed shut my throat and spun me around, lifting me in the air. I grasped at it with my fingers, tugging and pulling but it was no use. I could hear It laughing. Then It’s voice, wicked and cruel:

“I tried to play nice but you leave me no choice. I guess I’m forcing my way out of this place, through you.”

The tentacle got tighter. Tears started flowing and my vision started to fade as the blackness of death slowly started creeping around me. I guess I’ll die knowing that at least I didn’t go down without a fight. In the end, I guess that’s all that really matters. I closed my eyes and waited for death to finally claim, maybe then I could finally see Katie’s smiling face one last time.

“HEY BITCH,” shouted a familiar voice through the darkness. “LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE.”

Something happened. There was a shriek and the tentacle lost its grip. I fell to the ground hard and air flew back into my lungs. I gasped and coughed. I was on my hands and knees, gasping for every breath I took. About a foot away, I saw a pair of boots. I knew those boots, I saw them every day. I looked up a bit following fishnet stockings up to a black skirt and then to the full form of Lori, standing there holding a really big knife. She was panting heavily as if she’d been running; sweat was rolling down her face and arms. She held a hand out to me which I took and she pulled me to my feet. Then into a one arm hug. The other was still holding the knife, the blade now pointing at the door.

“Lori?” I gasped softly. “Are you real?”

She didn’t say anything. Instead she moved so she stood in-between me and it. I saw the eyes flare behind the door.

“It’s not possible, you can’t be here,” It said, fear in its voice.

“Well, I am here bitch and you better keep your slimy tentacles off my friend or else I’ll go all Ginsu on your ass.”

Lori kept me behind her, walking one step back as we slowly walked away from the door.

The Thing screamed. “YOU CAN’T PROTECT HER FOREVER. WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE YOU’RE THE FIRST ONE I’M GOING TO GO AFTER YOU LITTLE LEECH.”

Lori laughed. “Name the time and the place.”

We kept walking until the door was out of sight. No tentacles came for us. Lori kept constant vigil as we slowly walked backwards, away from the danger. I had so many questions and so many answers. But I couldn’t speak, instead I buried my face in Lori’s back as the darkness of the hallway faded and the light surrounded us, hopefully taking us back to the waking world.

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Wow

Didn't see that coming. :)

Ginsu!

It's just a brand of knives. In fact, it translates into jibberish if you try translating it into or from Japanese. There is no fighting style of that name from Japan or any other country of origin. It's kinda fun to say, though. xD

Classic line!

I knew the reference right away and LOL'd until I could hardly breath! :) It would be a great line to drop into a story!

"Just step away and put down your gun. I know Ginsu."

"Ha-ha-ha! You know Ginsu? What the hell is that?"

"It's this big-ass knife I just stuck into your belly. So sharp it even cuts through bone and keeps its edge."

"Oooooo . . . (gurgle, gurgle, sound of body hitting the floor)

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There are plenty of people in this world who think they are wits. They are half right.

Karen J.


"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
George Carlin

Lori to the rescue!

I think the two girls are going to have a nice long heart-to-heart in the morning, and maybe Lori can give Rachel some tips on how to concentrate when being confronted by The Thing. If Lori is in any way similar to her comic counterpart, that would provide a reasonable explanation of how she managed to appear in Rachel's dream and save her from The Thing.

In other news, let's hope Shay's disappearance is just temporary, and our cultists haven't switched targets...

 

Bike Resources

There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...

As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

Lori

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There should be some interesting stuff coming up with her. At the beginning of the next chapter everyone should know what her deal is :)

Attention please we have achieved AWESOMENESS!!!!!

Seriously my friend that was a awesome chapter having lori show up in the dream an help out rachel is exactly what this chapter needed. :D Good job EOF.

Cool Thanks

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I hope the Awesome Level rises for everyone. The next chapter should be the start of the end. This particular dream was something I've been wanting to write for a while now :)

Wow!

Great story chapter as always!
Makes me wonder about Lori. :)
Can't wait for more.

Thanks :)

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Everyone is wondering a bit about her. She's definitely a very interesting character :)

Good stuff, things a hotting

Good stuff, things a hotting up, looking forward to Lori's explanation of how she got to Rachel and her role, it looks like Dr.O not been telling Rach everything.

Thanks for sharing

Lizzie :)

Yule

Bailey's Angel
The Godmother :p

Secrets?

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I'm not sure there are many secrets left except the one she's certain he's keeping from her.

Shay

I think Shay has been kidnapped to be sacrificed.

Shay?

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We'll find out about her soon enough.

For a moment there...

For a moment there I though her rescuer was going to be the Prof. Instead EOF pulls out another plot twist for our enjoyment! Thanks!

Rescuer

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There's a reason Lori came to the rescue. It will be explained in the next ch. :)

I thought...

...it was Katie's Spirit, come to save her Soul-mate,, but then I also knew who Lori was so that makes sense too.

The nature of Monkey is - Irrepressible!!!

The nature of Monkey is - Irrepressible!!!

Yikes...

...looks like the darkness nearly got her then. I'm so glad that you've given her powerful friends, it looks like she needs them.

I totally didn't see the Lori twist coming either...and I can't help wondering why the entity called her a 'leech'. Maybe her getting so close to our Heroine isn't as altruistic as it first appears?

Her Darker Half

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The darker part of Rachel is definitely growing in strength. The "leech" comment will be explained too :)

Herself

If that thing is part of her, and not part of the necklace, killing Rachel would also kill the thing, no? So why start to choke the host?

*note to self: remember this is only fiction*

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The world was so full of sharp bends that if they didn't put a few twists in you, you wouldn't stand a chance of fitting in. -- Terry Pratchett

A Part of Her

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Its apart of her but its wasn't really trying to "kill" her physically, only crush her mind. I think it would have tried to imprison her behind the door and switch places, essentially taking over Rachel's body.

Ditto

I thought that it was metaphorically killing Rachel so she could take over her nice new Rachel suit, this latest complication is very worrying, is there any way to destroy The Thing without harming Rachel? And just What IS Rachel? Some sort of Extra-dimensional being or is she like Doctor Occult - a Homo Sapiens Magi?
The nature of Monkey is - Irrepressible!!!

The nature of Monkey is - Irrepressible!!!

Rachel

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Her lineage is a bit interesting. She is a Homo Magi but she's something else too. Fans of the character will probably know what that something is. I'm not sure how much of it I'll explore here but there's a possibility of a follow up story somewhere down the road---not necessarily a sequel but maybe a one shot like what I did for Amy Allen :)