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Written when being autistic mattered to me, many, many years ago. I thought I'd put it up for fun.
Chapter 1 The same but different
Being born with super powers leaves a person with three main choices, do you use your powers for good, for evil or just try and blend into the crowd without ever giving them away. Me, personally, I’m a face in the crowd sort of person, well not exactly if there was a crowd I’d be a little away from the outside. People are scary, and the prospect of pickpockets is enough to deter me from crowds. Well it shouldn't be because I can't get surprised, my super powers are simple really, I can see things before they happen, I know what people are thinking I'm also telekinetic. Basically your garden variety psychic super powers, except people don't have super powers where I’m from, there are no comic book villains or heroes flying in the skies. I, for all intensive purposes, am alone in this world. As far as I know there is no one who can give me advice or guidance on what to do with my gifts. I have to do it all myself, I gave myself these powers or I was born with the capacity for them at least. Why? I don't really know, if there is a God then he/she/it has no common sense because giving me powers is a joke really. So what do I do? I try to ignore it mainly, but at the same time it is my sole pre-occupation, if you had a super power I’m sure you'd keep trying to improve it, make it stronger. People want to be powerful, being powerful is great in theory but hard in practise. No one ever thought that Superman was anything but good and honourable, but he calls himself superman and feels he can put a stop to crime and evil wherever he goes. Arrogance is not a 'good' trait as far as I am aware, so being great and acting great are two very different things. I'm selfish, but that is a by-product of my condition, being described as autistic people don't rate highly on my list of important things, they fit in somewhere between cutlery and socks, you can need them but only if you feel like it. Not heroic really, but I’m not perfect. Will I stop a bullet from hitting you? Yes. Will I inform you that your other half is cheating on you? I could but I wouldn't. Doing good is a matter of perspective and according to doctors, my perspectives are how would you say, off centre. So, what is this all about? Struggle, like any story I have to struggle, I have to go through the bad with the unwavering belief that heroes have, that in the end good will win. Good has to win, maybe not every time but overall. Sad thing is, I can see it all now, my lowest moments my greatest victories, all before I even get into them and the end result? I die. Ruined it a bit eh? Not really, we all die in the end but my death is a little more out there than most I suppose. So every story has a beginning something that takes the day to day life and irrecoverably changes it, and for me, that was the hardest thing to do. Making a start on something that inevitably kills you is always going to be hard, and being a selfish guy you'd assume keeping myself alive would be top of my list of priorities. Life is what you make of it, though, and if I can die achieving something that will make people think I was great, then at least I have purpose. Sadly, no one hears about it, I die alone with no real accomplishments that people are aware of. Only one person sees my struggle, appreciates my sacrifice, or praises my bravery. It's the same for all autistics, though, we live in a world where everything looks the same but for us everything is different. Chapter 2 Hi I’m your hero So what is the start, the change that makes everything different? Religion, sadly, like the greatest story ever told this one is steeped with lore, supernatural forces and weird creatures from dimensions yet to be discovered. Well, being a great psychic you get a feel for things, at close range, I can tell what your thinking, the further you go the less exact and more of a feeling I get, even further and I can tell your there but not much else. That being the case the stronger a person's feelings are, the more powerful they seem. If you're depressed or in a rage I can tell from miles away, thinking about something tedious like shopping and at best ten meters allows me to recite your list. Anyway, I thought I best point that out since it is important. So sitting at home waiting for the time that I knew was coming I began weighing up the pros and cons, fortunately being me this doesn't take long since they don't matter, I’ve seen that I’m going to do it anyway so there is little point other than to wait for the right time. And just like that.......Pop! Something enters our world from a dimension that you call Heaven, an angel whose pure intentions scream at me from miles away. I'm easily influenced and I imagine if it wasn't for those intense good intentions I really wouldn't have bothered to help, but I go with the flow its less trouble that way, usually. This angel was here to protect something, from something and that was all I could tell at the time. Forgive me, I know the ending, but telling you everything straight away wouldn't make reading very fun. People like suspense, that is why I love television, television is the only thing I can't see happening because it's so mundane it's not made a lasting impression on my future so I don't remember it. Getting my bag that I’d packed the night before and walking to the door to catch the bus I sighed, I didn't really want to do this, it's painful and not pleasant. However, it is an entrance to a world where I fit in, where things are magical and out of the ordinary, somehow living in a fantasy is more real than reality for someone like me. Fantasy doesn't need to be logical to make sense, but you can logically make sense of fantasy if you experience it, just watch red shoe diaries if you want a more apt example of what I mean. The bus ride wasn't interesting, so I’ll skip to meeting the angel. Walking down the road to introduce myself to two very important people in the story I wondered why god always has a fall guy. Someone who a lot of expectations are put on for no real reason, it's not like a carpenter's son is the guy you'd be likely to die for, but these things happen. In my case, the person I was going to die for was a girl and an attractive one at that. She has shimmering blonde hair, a clear complexion hidden by a few layers of makeup, I wouldn't say thin, but healthy physique and a pair of tits like you wouldn't believe. I'm a guy, forgive me but top of the list; tits, eyes, ass. At least putting eyes in there doesn't make me seem as shallow. The angel is a little more tricky to describe. White wings, about 7ft human shaped but somehow without seeming gangly, blue eyes that glow faintly and a face that the world's greatest artists could not do justice to. Angels in my world are not exactly like I had read, they are not androgynous they're definitely sexed, whether that is aesthetics or for reproduction purposes, I don't know, but the angel was also female. Sitting in the bus shelter the girl whose name is Sarah was wearing jeans and a tight green top that made a point of her impeccable assets. She was sad, she knew the angel was there and why which I’m grateful for otherwise my introduction would have been a lot more awkward I imagine. Walking up and sitting on the bench in the bus shelter I lit up a cigarette. “Sucks being special doesn't it,” I said aloud. She looked at me and I smiled back, she seemed confused and the angel had floated round to look me very closely in the face. “As attractive as you are, I prefer a little distance please,” I said looking the angel in the eyes. Now that is a feeling as close to love as I think I have ever felt. Warmth, comfort, happiness and satisfaction all from looking in the eyes, it's no wonder god keeps these things close, I thought. Startled, the angel moved back, concentrating light in her right hand, light which I knew was a weapon, it made no difference to the situation, though. “That is really not necessary angel, my name is Primo Alpha Roberts, I know Alpha is strange but my parents said I was their real beginning, Primo was my Greek Grandfather’s name from my mother's side. I will be your hero for this adventure so I thought I’d come and introduce myself.” I waited trying to seem innocent. The angel and the girl just stared at me, awkward moment indeed, I hate introductions. Not caring for my introduction the angel decided that I was a threat, possibly a daemon and so attempted to burn me to a crisp. Telekinesis, the ability to move matter by thought is a simple explanation, in reality, its a more complicated process once you are aware of it. The universe is made of energies and held together by string. To be telekinetic you just need to know how to move those strings in a particular way to get the desired outcome. Burning things is just the same as moving them, change the frequency on the strings and it excites the energies, excite the energies and you excite the particles, which in turn generates heat. Prevent the strings from reaching these frequencies and you can put out or prevent fires. Chapter 3 Like I said 'hero' The girl began to run away and the Angel kept trying to burn me from the inside, sitting there I tried to smoke my cig, but seeing as though I was also preventing fires this didn't work. “Look, I’m your hero, I’m not here to cause trouble I'm here to protect you, help you, and die for you, ok? So can you tell her to stop running” I said and stayed sitting. I’d never been on the other side of the psychic connection so it was rather unnerving feeling something in my head that I knew wasn't me. I never considered what it was like, I always figured people probably didn't notice, like when a random memory pops into your head and you don't know why. After a few moments, the angel stopped and signalled the girl to stop running and wait. Due to the proximity, I could tell the angel was struggling to make sense of the situation frantically trying to work out what I was and why she was not aware I would be here. “Simple really, I don't think God intended me to be, I think you were sent here to be the sacrifice in the name of good. I, on the other hand, feel as though I should be” didn't go down to well. I could feel intense unspeakable rage when I besmirched god's name, soon followed by her and the girl swiftly escaping down the road again. Cute I thought, sad though that God always hurts the ones who love the most; fortunately, there is no love lost between God and myself so I thought I’d take the hit this time. Well, I needed to take the hit really, I’m not exactly heaven material so I figure this is my gambit to get in. Well, the introduction went as well as I had expected, now it's time to go back to waiting until they need me. Empathy is not really my thing, I can't really differentiate between empathy, sympathy and pity, to me they're accepting weakness something I hate to do. Being considered vulnerable has made me feel inadequate and weak and is mainly why I dislike myself so much, so when people are accepting of it I feel insulted. I mean, I have superpowers and I still live in constant dread of being attacked or fooled even though it's well within my power to stop these things they scare the life out of me. Sarah was scared, the angel was desperate and I started following them as they ran headfirst into trouble, least I was able to smoke again, thank God for the little things. Being an angel on earth has its downsides, they are not allowed to kill people, Auriel had decided that I wasn't human when she attacked or else she would have had nothing to do but watch. Like I said earlier, I have all the answers it's just deciding on when to inform you of them that is the hard part. The angel was called Auriel, she was strong even for an angel and fully prepared to die trying to protect this girl. Brave, smart and honest angels really are great folk, if I had my way we'd be worshipping them and not the guy in charge. Not heaven material, mainly because I can't understand God's motives and that disturbs me, you try living a life knowing what everyone is thinking and then come across something whose motives you don't know. It is uncomfortable, and being autistic is all about being as comfortable as possible since 90% of life makes you wary which is very tiring. So as I said, they're running head first into trouble and I’m the one who has to save them, now I shall describe the scene because as you may have noticed I don't do that often. So let me fill in the details, I caught the bus at 9:17pm and it took 12minutes to arrive at my destination. The walk to the bus stop where the two of them were waiting took about 30minutes which is why after having a cigarette when I got off the bus I felt like having another one in the bus shelter, and not just cos it makes me look cool. It's October so it was dark, the leaves are halfway through shedding, The bus shelter was near a Gothic church with broken stain glass windows and scaffolding which has been there so long I suspect it's structurally important these days. The road they ran down was long and they turned into an alleyway to cut through to a main road where I expect she was going to try and make her way to a more public location as that deters most crimes. Unfortunately the alleyway they decided to go through was inhabited by your regular thugs. Smackhead gipsy wannabes, chavs by another name, you know the real scum of the crime world. Hoodies over baseball caps as though it is the latest thing in the Paris fashion circuit, a knife in their pocket and a mental state of constant aggravation. The exact sort of thing I spend the majority of my time trying to avoid. There were 3 of them, aged 17, 22, 23 and as always the youngest had something to prove, well if you're a virgin you often do. Having taken stick all night for being gay and having neither of them believe his 'conquests' he had a true stroke of luck that an attractive girl came running down the alleyway alone in the dark. I could feel it now, the intent in him was strong, he wanted to be accepted to prove he was strong and powerful to his friends, and rape seemed acceptable to him. Sickening really, to abuse your power in such a way, this is why I tended to avoid these situations rather than go out looking for trouble. He didn't have real power, he had two friends and a knife, all the strength he needed to force himself on a girl. Not tonight though and after tonight probably not ever again, I was about to show him what power really was. I was excited, the most heroic I’d been with my powers was tripping up muggers and tripping up people in fights. To be honest tripping people up is a great way to resolve a problem in a way that goes unnoticed. Tonight though sadly, that wouldn't do, tonight I had to be a real hero. She tried to run past them but he grabbed her and pulled her to him, his friends egging him on as he held her despite her struggles. I rounded the corner just as he had pushed her into a secluded part of the alleyway his friends keeping watch noticed me almost instantly. I don't look threatening which is probably why they decided that I could be easily dealt with. I began walking down the alleyway and they started running to me, I watched as Auriel cried at her own impotence to what was happening. Hmm, maybe I do have empathy because I understand what it was like to be helpless and powerful. Finally, my time has come though to stop just being me and start being who I should always have been. “What you fucking looking at?” the battle cry of the fool. His friends decided that beating me up would be a great way to have fun in the meantime. Without a word I broke both of their legs in two places, the thigh and the shin, I may be a hero but I'm not gentle, I have no time for it. They screamed in agony as they crumpled to the floor. Carrying on walking their friend rushed out letting Sarah escape to see what had happened. He stood frozen as I was walking past his screaming friends. He tried to run but I wouldn't let him. He was terrified of getting caught, makes sense. I'd be terrified as well in his situation. As I approached I could hear his mind panicking wondering why there was something preventing him from moving. Guess I’m a sadist because this was fun, hurting this sort of person is, hurting anyone who you feel deserves it gives some measure of satisfaction. A journey like this often has the protagonist learn things about themselves that they didn't know before, I was a lot more vicious than I had previously thought and I wanted him to know it. Abuse of power really is easy I thought as I snapped each of his fingers. He screamed, his friends had passed out by now, probably due to the amount of heavy breathing involved in screaming and the pain. He I wouldn't let off so easily, I kept him awake. Just so he could hear me say this before I crippled him for life. “I would be sorry, but you don't deserve sympathy for being weak” then I broke the nerve stem in his spine leading to his legs, no point in breaking them now, he wouldn't feel it. I let him slump to the floor and carried on. Auriel stared at me, she was scared. “You may not appreciate my methods, but like I said, I’m your hero regardless” Chapter 4 Plot elements Why Sarah? Why now? Both important plot elements that I am about to introduce to you as well as a few more descriptive elements. Sarah was 22, she wasn't born with a specific purpose like most religious characters, she was mild-mannered and not really ambitious, just trying to live life as best she could. I said that in all stories there is something that changes, something that takes you away from the day to day, for Sarah this was a book. A book that was about evil, not just one evil, most of them. Where and why did she have this book, circumstance or Gods design see it how you will, she found it on her way home one night from her job working as a waitress. Being intensely curious about mysteries she couldn't help but take the book home and try to uncover its secrets, bad move really. The thing is, once you are aware of something its very difficult to become oblivious to it again, and once you notice something it often notices you. Stare into the abyss and the abyss stares back I think is the correct term or at least close to it. The book was old and had never been read since it was written. It was being taken to a secure holding place much like the mysterious warehouse in Indiana Jones, somewhere the church keeps things that are too valuable to destroy and too mind blowing to reveal. How the book ended up on Sarah's way home I’ll let you know later when it seems relevant and does not give too much away. Angels defend people, they watch and take notes, tutting at things they disapprove of and cheering for things they agree with, much like parents. Also much like parents they're not fully informed on all their children do and can't watch them constantly. So on occasion, something happens which they need to take action on to protect their children when they can't protect themselves. This was one of those times. Anthropologists will tell you that you can't study something without directly or indirectly altering its environment and thus affecting your findings. Angels are much like that, they want people to be independent, independence is something fascinating to them because it is so irrational. Why think you know better, you don't, just do as your told and be happy to exist, that is their way of life and a marvellous one I think. Its a choice people seem to get wrong, why want freedom when being told what to do is so much more fulfilling because it gives you purpose and direction, freedom is inherently full of doubt. Auriel is a typical angel name since it ends with -iel like most do. Angels are not all the same, they have similar values and identical priorities God, God, God, personal opinions are limited but prevalent. Simple differences such as liking a particular letter, number, colour or whatever is what tells them apart. Auriel likes the colour gold, so having the chemical name and -iel seemed like an appropriate name when she decided on it. Angels don't feel the need to involve themselves because they have faith in God, but they will do so if it pleases them, Sarah pleased Auriel she liked her hair and that being all the reason she needed decided to help her. If it wasn't for her liking that hair then I would have had a hard time being a hero down the line since as you can imagine Angels make good allies when you're in trouble. Immortal, magical and predisposed to good is always something to look for when you are making an adventuring group. That is about all you need to know about that for the time being, now back to where we were, I had walked out of the alleyway by now the limp bodies of my victims were carefully stacked up at the side of the alleyway where they had attempted to attack Sarah. It would be 1 hour and 37 minutes before someone found them, they would not regain consciousness till they were in the hospital and then no one would be able to figure out how their bones broke with no trauma to the rest of them. Due to what they were doing they would have a hard time creating an acceptable series of events and so would be left to recover whilst police turned their attentions elsewhere putting this incident down to random street violence they had brought on themselves. People are like that, do unto others as you would have them do unto you, but I’m not turning my cheek anymore so I don't care. The adrenaline was running out and Sarah was feeling sick because of it, she was tired, scared and feeling hopelessly lost, cursing herself for not being able to resist her curiosities about the book. She wanted it to be gone, she kept telling herself she was having some kind of mental episode, that maybe she had been spiked at work somehow. Auriel was apologising, not for any reason just saying she was sorry for this happening, that it was not her fault and that everything would be ok because God loves them. At this Sarah broke down crying at the road side, I walked up and sat down near her, she didn't even try and run seemed to me like she'd already accepted defeat today. Time for that ray of hope to appear. “There is a way to get rid of the book you know?” I said sparking up another cig, my own hands shaking because of the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Both of them seemed surprised by this, Auriel was scanning my mind again to see how I would know about this, to see how I knew about any of this. Sarah was still just crying begging her mind over and over again to stop it, to make it not real, to let her back into reality. “The problem with the book is that it's tied to the very things it talks about, so in order to be rid of the book you need to be rid of the evils in it, and that is why I am here,” I said almost confidently. It is not easy being a hero on the best of days, but being a hero who knows all the bad things that are going to happen to him is even less amusing. “Who are you? Who sent you? How do you know these things? What purpose do you have? Are you a messenger of God?” Auriel asked, her voice is strange, I hear it and feel it pass through me, like a wave of calming, settling my nerves and relaxing me. Angels don't talk usually unless they want something, they are perfectly capable of implanting ideas in people, they only speak when they are demanding the truth. You are physically unable to lie to an angel if they ask you a question, there is, of course, the option to tell them something completely unrelated at first and then once the effects have lessened to tell them the story you want them to hear. This can annoy them intensely as you would imagine. “I said my name is Primo Alpha Rogers, I'm 22 years old, diagnosed as autistic, I spend most of my time working as a trainee accountant, you know auties love numbers, I’m no different seemed the perfect career for me. Yesterday I spent a long time thinking about how many number 4s there were in this guy's accounts. Not important to you, but I dislike it when a number seems to be too obvious. So anyway I was sitting at home and decided that I should come and be a hero” I said, I could tell Auriel knew I was deliberately not telling her what she wanted to know. “Honestly, you can keep asking the same questions over and over, and I can keep telling you about how there were too many number 4s yesterday. Or, you can accept I have my own reasons which I do not wish to share and move on” Angels don't like decisions, decisions are a path to doubt because you never know what would have happened if you had taken the other path. I did not want to cause her distress and giving her no choice suited me fine. “You have no decision here, you can either walk with me or I can follow you, either way, each time you have trouble I will be there. I ask nothing and offer all” I added that at the end because it is a special creed of the angels, a promise they make to god. She was impressed and I could hear her cheering with joy in her head thanking god for his help, she loved those words and that I said them made her certain that I was sent by god, how else would a man know their pledge. “What am I supposed to do? Why me?” Sarah said without raising her hands from her face. I don't really know how to deal with people, not one of my strong suits. Thinking for a while I said “Why not you?” people take life like they matter, there are 7 billion people does it really matter if it is you or someone else? People are all capable of the most extraordinary things when it's needed, they just need to accept that it is their time to shine. “But I’m not good, I’ve never done anything great, why me, why is this happening to me?” she said half crazily staring at me. She was hot even with her makeup smudged and her mascara running down her cheeks, her hair dishevelled at the back made her look punkish. This would never make sense to her, but it doesn't need to. “make her accept it so we can get started” I said to Auriel as I stood up. Taking out a bottle of whisky from my bag I took a shot and slapped my knee, good stuff should always be followed with a knee slap of appreciation and this was gooood stuff. I passed the bottle down to her and offered her a cigarette, she took both even though I know she didn't smoke, the nicotine would calm her down somewhat and the drink would make her more accepting I thought. Auriel shut her eyes and brought her hands up in prayer, she then reached down and gently stroked the back of Sarah's hair and I could feel the fear, confusion and all the bad leave, Sarah, as her mind cleared. Auriel stood with her hand on her head for a while soothing her and bringing her close to ecstasy. She removed her hand and Sarah stood up wiping away her tears with no concern for how her makeup may look. “Are you ready to get this shindig started then?” I asked taking the bottle back for a quick gulp before returning it to my bag. Chapter 5 Ten minutes too long First page, first Evil, Bes, an Egyptian god also considered a demon, not particularly evil unless your catholic and even then mainly just because you're catholic. I personally didn't have a problem with Bes, A short dwarf who people used to worship to drive evil away, strange that first on my list of evils to destroy was something once praised for the duty I was doing. You gotta remember that good is a matter of perspective like I said, and Catholics think they have a monopoly on it. I'm not religious because I have a much better system, Life is a bitch then you die, for me, this translates to expecting life to fuck you over at every turn. That means that the only thing that happens that could be classed as 'luck' can only ever be good and being autistic luck is as close to religion as I will get. The fact that I was walking to destroy a being once considered a god with an Angel at my side is just life fucking me over. So here we are, to cut to the quick we stayed a night in a bed and breakfast which was all well and good until the next morning when they served me undercooked eggs for breakfast, coupled with me having to sleep on the floor my bed and breakfast experience was a lesson in irony. So where do you go to find an ancient Egyptian dwarf god? Simply you don't go anywhere, you bring them to you, as with all these religious things they always have some kind of fancy ritual that needs performing so you can summon them. Why do that? If they haven't caused any problems for over a millennium why go and rock the boat. Which brings me back to where I was earlier and how the book ended up on Sarah's way home from work. God damn secret societies especially evil ones are a pain in the ass, the ones who think they're doing good are just as bad, and when the two cross paths things like a simple waitress acquiring a book which held the powers of all these evil beings happens. That's right, the reason the book has never been read or even opened is because it was a seal of sorts, during the times when Christianity was spreading and these evils were being wiped out there was a real hero. He was strong, brave and wise, He went about sealing away the powers of all these ancient beings that claimed to be gods with the aid of an angel called Michael, yes the big angel Michael the one who is going to kick Satan’s ass if you believe in that. This man wandered about for a long time finding and sealing away the powers of the old religions because once their powers were gone it wouldn't be long before people realised praying to them was getting nowhere. Make yourself omnipotent and your enemies impotent is a master-stroke when enforcing your rule. Now the two secret societies both had eyes on this book, one feeling that the church couldn't protect it and the other wanting to return the powers to the evils described in the book. I never understand why people think that working for evil is a good idea, at what point do you think things are going to be worth it. Evil cares only for itself, its selfish by nature so once you've helped get it what it wants, it has no more need for you. The events of that night had occurred like so. The four priests assigned to the detail responsible for transporting the book all between 30 and 40 former military and not people you would really mess with. The good guys as they think of themselves had sent five people to try and take the book, also former military and the evil team sent seven, all mercenaries. As the priests were driving through town the 'good' society made their move by blowing the car's tires and forcing them off the road hoping that the injuries would be mild but effective. The 'evil' team had been following the car waiting for an opportunity when this event played out in front of them. So they also made their move, this resulted in a Mexican standoff between very well trained people. Guns are overrated in this sort of incident because they leave so much evidence behind when you are in a rush. Bullets can be traced to guns, gunshot residue can be found on clothes and witnesses will always remember a person carrying a gun. So there was nothing but sixteen people armed with knives and batons and a book that each one of them was trying to take as a prize. So there we have four slightly dazed priests in their black Mercedes run off the road in a quiet suburban area. five society members trying to rush to the car and take the book before the priests recovered and seven mercenaries about to ruin the party. One of the priests, the only one who mattered since he had the book quickly got out of the car and began running as he was instructed to do so. There was already back up on the way as soon as the accident had occurred, he only needed to evade for ten minutes at most before the net would close round his assailants and he would be safe. His name was father Richard Dunne former SAS and veteran of more black operations than he wished to remember. He'd grown tired of killing but he was trained to be a soldier, he joined the priesthood to repent for all the deaths he'd caused and he usually spent his time as an attaché to key figures as a bodyguard. In ten minutes a lot can happen, the good guys were chasing him down the road and the 'evil' team was pursuing him in a car, he ran trained not to look behind him because people automatically slow down for fear of running into something when they do. He could hear the shouts and commotion as the good society realised they were not the only ones after the book that night. Best way to lose a tail is to cause as much fuss and attention where you were 2 minutes ago, to do this Dunne immediately cut his way into the first garden he came to, a semi-detached house with a long drive and easy access to the garden. As he was running he quickly stooped down and grabbed a hand full of rocks from the pebbled drive. He immediately threw one straight through the upstairs window and kicked his way through the back gate as loudly as possible. Seeing the lights in the house turn on he made his way through the back garden straight across the patio and jumped the wall into the other side of the detached building and throwing another rock smashed a window before swiftly making his way to the alleyway at the bottom of their garden. By this time the father of the first home had rushed downstairs expecting to see a group of youths running away, he was already calling the police as he opened the door and saw three men fighting in front of his house. Some of the evil team had gotten out of the car to slow down the members of the good society in the belief that their friends in the car would catch up to the escaping priest. Now fate is a strange thing and who knows if the situation had been different maybe it wouldn't have happened at all but as our heroic priest ran with the book held in his hand fate took a cruel twist. Why not in a case handcuffed to his arm like you see in the films? because that is dumb, its much harder to run when you've got a big briefcase handcuffed to your arm than it is holding a book wrapped in brown paper, sellotape and string. Besides having it handcuffed to your arm means you have no opportunity to hide it if that becomes necessary, and it is much easier to have a decoy if people are looking for the guy with the case handcuffed to their arm. Being a well-trained man Dunne thought nothing of the slight nausea and stiff neck he was suffering from, he'd been in a car crash only minutes ago, who would've given it a second thought? Sadly the symptoms for a brain aneurysm are much the same and running as he did it was not long before he died, his body jittering as the messages stopped being sent, his arm lost its grip the book flew down the alleyway and nestled itself nicely on a pile of rubbish where it was eventually found by Sarah. Why did none of the teams look for the book? The man was dead, the book wasn't on him, the police were on their way and the first assumption is that someone else got there first. This led to a remarkable situation where the good, evil and church all believed that one of the other two groups had the book but none knew which one. The police never found Dunne's body, the church didn't want questions asked about why a priest had been vandalising suburban areas and so they quickly evacuated with the body and hopes that somehow they would be able to find the book before things went wrong. Sarah was walking by on her way home from her job, she had finished late that night because her friend Beth had left early to meet her boyfriend leaving her to do the closing herself. A mysterious looking brown package was a sight that would pique anyone’s curiosity and thinking that no-one would throw away a bomb she opened it to find a magnificently bound beautifully crafted old book. Thinking that it must have been lost or thrown away for whatever reason she decided it was too good to leave there after all old books are sometimes worth a lot of money on e-bay and this one seemed old as hell. She got home that night and excitedly undid the simple binding on the front and began leafing through the pages. There was no real indication that anything changed, no bright lights or supernatural goings on just a book about old demons and pictures of them, she thought she had something really special and she laughed at her good fortune. Like any good book though once you start you always have to see the story to the end, good, bad or indifferent a good book traps you until you finish it. This book was no different in that respect but very different in another, she had opened the book and spread its story to the world, and now she was the one who has to finish it. I sat at home and laughed at this moment, Jumanji! I thought. Time to roll the dice, and so I began packing my bag ready for the next day's events. Chapter 6 Welcome back Bes sorry I forgot about you Ah yes, the Egyptian dwarf god of protection, time for his untimely demise. First of all, adventures like this are not ones you have at home, it is simply not done, you must have a destination. A final one at that, centre stage for the last great battle. Stonehenge is an amazingly mystic place and seems as good a destination as any, so I’ll let you in on something, we're heading to Stonehenge because that is where I said we will face the final enemy. The one whom, when the dust settles, will leave everything as it should be. Modern day life, however, takes the fun out of it, people think you're crazy for walking great distances these days when you can travel so easily. It's a dare, a charity event not something you do for the sake of it, but when travelling with a book that is drawing the attentions of many a monster it is best to keep moving in as safe a way as possible. Not much is safer than walking. The great thing about Britain aside from its weather is that in between towns are massive stretches of either woodlands or farmer's fields. Woodlands are great for camping during the day and farmer's fields are great for demon summoning at night. I would recommend that if you intend to try and summon demons you do it outside away from cities, not just because it's safer on other people but because mysticism and magnets are very closely linked and no-one knows how either works. Towns and cities have lots of electricity which means lots of electromagnetism, this interferes with demon summoning and so, like I said, outside cities in fields is the top spot for the job. We had been walking due south for about a day, with not much else going on I was being constantly quizzed about my role in all of this, why I was there, why I was being so mysterious about it all. All I would say to Auriel is that I was like dungeon master, and all I would say to Sarah is that I felt compelled to help her as though some weird force popped into existence and drove me into action. The subtlety of it amused me but I always try to make things more interesting by leading people in circles until something dawns on them. As I said, the hardest thing is knowing when to give information out and when to hold it back, all it takes is one word to put everything in context and I find that hilarious, the word doesn't even need to mean anything but when you say it, suddenly everything adds up. So here we are in a field at midnight, the sky is pretty much clear only a few clouds passing by and it is amazing how different the stars in the countryside are. On the floor is a blanket, four white candles, vanilla scented, that is not important to the ritual but I like the smell of vanilla. A summoning mat which is a piece of A3 paper with specific runes and obscure shapes, want to know about them? Of course, you do, people are always interested in the occult when its important to the story. So I’ll tell you how they are designed. First and most importantly of all, things must be drawn in pencil! That is a must when doing this sort of work due to the high likelihood of you screwing shapes up. Mystical symbols come in many shapes and sizes and to summon things you need to be using the right alphabet for the job. Now Bes is an Egyptian deity so you would assume that Egyptian hieroglyphics would be predominant but that is well off the mark. The magic itself comes from the same source that my telekinesis does. Strings, frequencies and energy. It is like playing a musical instrument and the glyphs and symbols are what you use to tune it. The candles provide a small amount of energy or excitement at each corner and you provide the music. So then summoning 101, the correct alphabet is mainly made out of combinations of numbers here are a few of the common ones you'll maybe recognise two and two probably not, telling you them all would be neglectful of me and would take a long time. OIIO :¦¦ S H These, in essence, are the most important ones, vowels if you will, there are a couple others that crop up a lot, but those four are the basic outline of them (ha, not really I wouldn't teach you real symbols). Numbers, magic, music all come from the same source, inspiration so it is not strange to combine them. Next thing is that all these are held in circles the standard is three rings, outer layer is protection to prevent things from getting out if you don't want them to, the inner ring is to draw in energy and make the strings more malleable, the centre ring is where the strings are forced into the shape and frequencies that you want. Knowing this is important for you, my summoning mat only had two rings, though, I did not need protection I was here to win. Now many mages and witches have their chants and songs to try and do what I can do naturally which is alter the frequencies of the strings. Now I did say that my ring only had two circles this is true but that is only because I wanted to give Bes a sporting chance keeping him inside an A3 piece of paper wouldn't make for an epic fight and an epic fight is what I promised. However, that being the case I promised Sarah that she would not be harmed so her and Auriel were contained in a specifically made circle of protection about 20m from where I was standing behind me. I must admit they seemed to completely trust me by now, the angel could see nothing but pure intentions in me and Sarah was just happy to have a hero to save her. Standing there I patiently began my melody forcing the energy from the candles through the rings of the circles moving the strings in the patterns dictated by the symbols until a small glimmering started in the centre of the circle. After a few moments, there was a large bang and a wave of heat as the air made way for the first of my opponents. Bes stood there and took no time to attack, Bes used to be worshipped because he fought evil and you never give evil time to react if you can. Now let me describe Bes, I had said that he was an Egyptian deity and this is true but his origins are from the pygmy tribes of Africa near the Congo area, this partly explains his small stature. He has a muscular body lined with an abrasive covering of dark brown fur which extends as far as his neck where it is replaced with a lighter coloured mane similar to a lion's. His tail is like that of a lion's as well with the familiar tuft of hair spouting from the end, it whipped to the side as he flew at me with his mace. He carried himself well and moved fast, I should mention at this point that I was unable to simply break his bones, he has power too so it was not a fight where I would leave him alive like I had with the chavs, he is too dangerous for that. What I can do though is fight using my whole body as a weapon, compacting energy around any part of myself that I choose. He flew and swung down from my left to right with his great mace, it was obsidian and strong, I could block but it would hurt so I leant to my left strengthened my right arm and backhanded the weapon to force him off balance. He landed and used the excess momentum to turn on his left foot and renew his attack this time running. I punched the ground and forced the earth to break into a sand-like consistency. Losing his balance he began to stumble forward, the look of realisation and fury across his face before my foot connected with as much power as I could muster and sent him flying backwards. Not to be deterred he used his tail to re-align himself in the air. He landed and paused, rage was clear, I could almost taste it, it was that strong. “I did not expect someone like you to summon me, and just as I got my powers back” he growled. “Who would have” I laughed, people always underestimate autistics. He was careful, though, he had already worked out the source of my strength and the range that I could read his mind. Staying at the limit of my range offered him an advantage but he knew he would have to get close to me in order to win and the closer you get the more dangerous I am. He circled carefully to the left moving away from the ground I had altered to find a route with better footing. He pounced again this time head first to hide which arm was carrying the attack, it was too late for me to react to his attack with an effective parry so his mace smacked me hard on the arm as he drove it upwards from right to left, the initial impact gave him the chance he wanted as his light body pivoted on the point of contact and allowed him to overhead kick me on the shoulder dislocating it and sending the blow shivering down my side rattling every joint as it did so Nimbly he wrapped his other leg around my neck as he turned attempting to choke me. Too close I thought, too long a method to kill me. He knew this too and tried desperately to bring his mace down into my chest before I sent the shock wave spreading from the smallest fabric of the universe through every part of him. Imagine if you will an elastic band snapping, now imagine a billion billion tiny elastic bands all snapping simultaneously in every part of your body. It's not the snap that does the real damage its the stretch, the stretch is the attack, the snap is the aftermath. He broke, not just broke but crumbled, his every essence torn asunder by it. Every part of his being, every cell stretched by an incredibly small amount, not much but when your cells are 1.7x10-6 m which is a number 60 zeros down small increases make huge differences. He popped, and after the contraction condensed into a pile of ash on the floor. Poor guy I thought, you see, the first hero, the real hero only took their power from them, he was good after all and would not kill at all. So after sealing their powers he left them to wander the earth just as regular folk, immortal but powerless. I did not intend to kill him, but I don't have time to be kind and it came down to kill him or be killed, he made the decision himself. I sat down to nurse my arm, my body still hurting from his kick and my neck sore because his hair really was coarse and had grazed me. Sarah rushed from the circle and wrapped her arms around me from behind, she was crying as was Auriel, killing was something they were not accustomed to. I don't know how I felt, indifferent, when you've lived a moment already re-living it doesn't seem as important, more surreal than anything else. I took Sarah's hand and unwrapped her hold around my back as I stood up, rotating my shoulder it hurt like hell. She held onto me tightly though as I began to walk to Auriel and pulled me back to face her. “I don't know why you are doing this, I don't know why any of this is happening at all, but thank you, thank you for saving me” she hugged me tightly and I felt her comfort, even though she was scared and hopelessly lost she found comfort that somehow I knew what was happening, it also helped that Auriel had told her I must be a warrior sent from god or else I would not know as much as I do. Divine inspiration the angels call it, a mark of ultimate honour to be granted wisdom from God and given a purpose. I walked over and tore the sheet of protection as Auriel was trapped inside it, my protections prevent anything from going through if it is not of this world. She tried to lay her hand on me to heal the wounds, but I backed away, never let an angel touch you! If you want to remain yourself. Sarah hadn't realised it, but she would never be truly happy unless Auriel was near her, Auriel knew and had accepted that she would remain with Sarah till the day Sarah died. This is where the lore of guardian angels comes from, once you have felt their touch you are bound to them and out of mercy they stay with you till your death. I am selfish, though, I was doing this for me, the moment she touched me I would be doing it for her, This had to be my choice or else it would accomplish nothing. Now then I'm feeling tired and the day is drawing to a close as I am writing this, this is just the beginning, an introduction to the story, the real adventures I will describe tomorrow and the day after. I gave myself a time frame of three days to write this because the story has three main characters, three main stages. To be honest, I’m overcompensating with threes because I saw too many fours but that is the way the world works for me, tomorrow will have fewer threes of that you can be sure. So thank you for your patience and interest I will start again tomorrow as I have the whole day to write. Tomorrow is Sunday in case you're wondering. Regards Primo
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