Welcome To Hellville - Part 14 contd By Rich Mills

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"Strange place to wait for nothing," he felt a wry smile of superiority creep across his wind damaged lips. "Yes, but from here I can get to nowhere so easily." The man spoke, but the sound of his voice didn't come in through Alan's ears, it came from somewhere within him. "We are all going nowhere," it was as if he hadn't spoken, as if he wasn't even there. The only reason he knew he had even spoken and was still stood there, was that this old man was still staring into him, right into his essence of being, or so he imagined.

"The world around me may be spinning and twisting, dancing to the power of the elements. However, for myself, all is still, all is calm, all is quiet." He could feel his presence inside him, drawing him closer to him, while keeping a respectable distance. This was getting all a bit too much for Alan. He slapped his hands against his eyes, sending streams of iridescent light across his visual plain. Fireworks, closed eyes and hidden trails revealed, seeing the past fade before his very eyes, held briefly in the buffer of a memory's gaze.

He opened his eyes and lived for the moment, the image of the past briefly haunted him in, and in the blink of an eye it was gone.

Replaced by a new magical figure, a dying ember of time long lost, moment after moment flickered away, now memories in the darkness that will one day return. But for now he lived for the moment, with empathic child between his legs, she peeks at the spectacle of prismatic lights. Burn bright my child, for even the briefest life, will be admired by people for the intensity of your flare, a bright spark that all too soon glows its last as dying embers. Anarchy Eve's older sister, cried at the sound of dying fire.

Re'ember, re'ember, the fit' of no'ember, a playground song, distant voices of children sang over the bright noise of the ringing fire crackles. The flood gates opened, but failed to put the fire out, for now he felt many fires from down the ages, to the beginning of time, to the first ignition flame of life. "Oh fuck!" Alan made a mental note at that point never to drop a tab of acid before going into university. Whatever he'd just witnessed sent his head spinning, driving the final nail home.

A hammer struck an anvil inside his head, it felt for a moment like he'd need immediate surgery to remove the pressure. A steel toe capped boot kicked at a tin can, which rattled down the path between his ears. Thor laughed and slapped Mars heartily on the back. The battle was over and for the moment power was his again. This had been one intense trip, though it seemed to have taken much longer than usual. He had now, and without fully understand how, reached the relative safety of the University Union building, more particularly he was aiming for the sanctity of the union bar.

Continued ....Part 15,

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