It is far worse than I expected.Mature

"It is far worse, than I expected!"

  "How much time really did pass, Peter? “Nataly suggested as she looked at me, she did not believe me. Did she think, I was lieing to her.  Why would I do that?  I could not think, that they would believe that I would do this to them.

The medallion still lay about my neck. There was what looked to be beginning to become part of my flesh. Blood oozed from the place where it rested on me. I saw that my flesh congealed about the medallion,"I do not know, I did not look at my watch; why?"

"The longer, it is open, the stronger it gets." Paulus stated as he looked at the house, whose door was open, "We will have to close the door. In hurry?

"There has to be a way to do this. And know that I was not able to know, when he opened the door to this realm." I offered as I had never been in there, until earlier today.

"Think, lad. Think." Nataly suggested, her interest in this was making more upset. Father never let anyone to go there, but he and the friends he brought with him to be there. No one knew what went on in there, but he and them. Mother knew something about that matter, just what she would not say or could not say.

"How?" I complained, I did not know as to how I was supposed to do this, or rather we will. The door was like a vaccum, inverted it is gaining mass. I did not know as to what we are supposed to do to achieve that. I thought a pen could be reduced to the size of a nail and it would impale its sellf. onto it. A pen flew like a dart into the wall beside the door and did as I thought it would.

"I do not know? However I know we will have to do this!" Nataly warned, as she walked back to the car, to tie her blouse together.  She did not know what they were supposed to do about this matter.

I could not be able to do anything about the loss of my shirt or jacket. I asked, “Do you have a tow chain?"

"Yes, why?" Paulus asked as he looked at me, as if I had lost my mind, what was I talking about, a tow chain? How would a tow chain help in this matter, he did not know.

"I have an idea!" I suggested as if I was to present an apple to the teacher on my first day of class with her,

"You!  You have an idea." looked at me as if I had lost my mind, Nataly looked at me incredulously, pointed her pointy finger at me actually drove it into my chest. It hurt. The nail sank into my flesh drawing a bead of blood onto the underside of her nail. The droplet fell. It fell. The blood hit the floor and burst like a bomb going off. Showering the floor in its radius to become red.

"Yes?" I continued to suggest this as  that was impossible, like man learning to fly without wings, jumping off of cliff. I did have some brains in my head, that was true otherwise I would not be able to move or do much of anything.

We watched everything that was near the door, being sucked in like a boat in a vortex, nothing was safe from this. I struggled as I walked towards the door, holding the hook of the tow chain out first. It whipped and almost plucked me off of my feet; I tumbled to the ground and crawled towards the open door. Stones and branches flew past me, like a bullet. I made it the open door, dragged myself up from the ground to lumber up the stairs.

Paulus looked at me, as if I still had lost my mind, maybe I had. Even I doubted this idea of mine, one end of the chain was connected to the bumper of the car, and the other was in my hand. I reached up to grab the handle. Missed it.  The hook was that close. But I missed it. Sweat ran down my arms and brow. I had to succeed in doing this. I knew that, our very lives my depend upon this. Perhaps it did. I swung the hook, my hand banged off of the door's wooden surface, my fingers touched the metal on the door. There was a clang as it should have engaged the handle. It missed by a scant inch the hook was wet with my sweat as it ran off of my fingers. 

   Red flames erupted on the symbol to expose the metals form. I cursed, I felt myself growing stronger, I heard a voice roar over the sound of this vortex, "Come on Peter, Come! On! Peter, you can do it! You can!" I did not recognize the voice, the voice sounded very concerned,  also very confident that I could do that. I knew I recognized that voice, but from where I could not place it.

 My muscles hurt as I swung the chain again, I felt that they were being pressed into service that they were not designed for.  Every millimeter of their sinue was in mortal danger of coming apart, from its bone or tendon.  It connected with the handle.

I fell off of my feet to fall upon the ground. Paulus looked at me; he smiled grimiy and gunned the engine. The car leapt forward, dragging the door closed. The car lost its bumper as the door was closed; it even threatened to roll over on its side. It shuddered and shook as the car went across the line that was directly in front of the door. Bushes were uprooted and pulled towards it.

Nataly looked at me, as if I had done something terribly wrong, when all I did was remove an envelope with my name on it, and spill fathers ink well, that is all I did. Was it not. Well, I also lifted one of the books that was there in the room, took it out of there. Did I not. 

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