Okay so I’m doing M’s prompts and going to try and do a full month as one long story with no planning. Today it is ‘Leathery Lies’.
The instructions are to simply write for ten minutes or so each day and that’s about it. It’s certainly taking me longer than ten minutes but I will keep going with this for as long as I can and see where each days takes this. Either that or Ill stop if no one is reading it because its either too long or too ridiculous.
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There are points in your life when things become too much and you simply have to insist that enough is enough and you will no longer play along and be buffeted and tossed by the universe. For me, this was one of those moments.
As if being dead was not enough, I had been forced into the service of the Office of Entropy without so much as a leisurely induction course conducted by a friendly and attractive instructor called Debbie or even a tour through the offices where the toilets and canteen would be helpfully pointed out.
No. Instead, I had been witness and party to the most outrageous set of events one could imagine which had left me feeling rather done.
I looked around the room for an exit, stars blinking through the high windows and dim lights set in the curved ceiling. The way we had come in seemed the only way out and I didn’t fancy my chances at making a break for it. Sadara and Gravita stood in front of me with the shadows behind and set around the long table in front of me were an array of heavily armed creatures that looked like they would rather enjoy hunting me down if I decided to bolt.
Something boiled up inside of me. It could have been bravery but I suspect it was more stupidity.
“Excuse me ” I said coughing politely and peering out from behind where Gravita and Sadara stood. Everyone turned to face me. “But would you mind terribly if I just let myself out. I would very much like to not be here.”
Thrumhall laughed loudly and Gravita turned on me. “Quiet flesh bag” she barked and struck me across the cheek causing me to fall to the floor. My well honed sense of self preservation insisted that I stay down and remain quiet but such was my mood that I uncharacteristically did exactly the opposite.
“No, I will not I really have had enough of this.” I said as I regained my footing. “Do with me as you will but this whole business has gone too far and I really must insist that you let me leave.”
The room fell silent, all eyes now fixed on Thrumhall where he sat at the end of the table. He was a creature of some size, probably 8 foot tall and I had counted at least four of what I would call arms though they could have also have been tentacles or robot claws it was hard to tell given how gloomy the room was. His head reminded me very much of an oversized goldfish in both shape and colour with eyes set wide apart and no nose. He had a wide mouth with rows of sharp teeth which he seemed to great pleasure in showing off.
He stood slowly, those around the table slinking down in their chairs as he did so. He was dressed in the sort of dark clothes untrustworthy dangerous types seem to favour in whichever universe you might find yourself and a large nasty looking pistol lay on the table in front of him.
He slammed one of his hands hard on the table and roared with laughter again. This in turn was taken as a signal that the others could laugh and they promptly did so all looking rather relieved as the tension lifted.
“Oh you are a brave one aren’t you” he shouted loudly. “Do you not know who I am?” he asked. The others around the table fell suddenly quiet again which told me that obviously I didn’t.
I said nothing.
“Forgive him Thrumhall” Gravita said walking across in front of me. “He’s new here, he is of no significance.” She struck me again and this time I chose to remain on the floor.
Thrumhall grinned. “Fair enough” he said and pulled the Periscope’s device from abreast pocket. “He did after all bring me this little beauty.”
“On that matter” Gravita said wringing her hands together. “Should I assume our deal will be honoured now that you have it?”
“Oh yes, yes of course” Thrumhall replied “No word of a lie I will take great pleasure in destroying those fools from the Office of Entropy. Nothing will make me happier and when they are gone the Fracture and all the worlds within will be ours to do with as we wish.”
The assembled cronies around the table roared loudly and banged their weapons on it. One particularly enthusiastic fellow discharged his weapon and a fizz of green ricocheted around the room until it grazed the shoulder of the angry looking creature opposite. They all howled loudly and found this quite hilarious.
“Very good” she replied. “If that is all then we will take our leave and be back to Bunderburg.”
“Leave the flesh bag though” Thrumhall replied. “He’s fun and I think he might come in handy.” He sneered and the look on his face told me that this was unlikely to end well for me.
Gravita and Sadara exchanged glances and whispered briefly and then, without a word turned and left the room through the two large doors behind us. The shadows remained behind and scampered over to where Thrumhall stood and he reached down and caressed them.
“Now flesh bag” he said loudly walking back to his seat. “Time to show you what you brought me I think.” He pulled out his chair but remained standing. “Jaral, bring me the machine.” He shouted.
An older creature, similar to Thrumhall but considerably smaller shuffled from the shadows and placed a large wooden box on the table. He took off the lid and then folded back all four sides. Raised within the box was what looked like a silver flower. A central circular body supported what could easily have been leaves that curled from the base upwards and even in the dim light it shimmered and reflected light around the room. Those around the table leaned forward and the shadows began to prowl back and forth.
Thrumhall, still holding the device in one hand grinned and picked up the device and held it in the other.
“At last” he said holding it up to admire it in the light. “Time and space within the fracture and without will no longer hold us back but instead be ours to do with as we wish.”
I strained to get a better look and he noticed me staring.
“You really had no idea what you had did you flesh bag” he said holding it out to me as if to tease me. “With this and the power of the shadows I can be anywhere and any when within all eventualities past and present.”
“Oh I see” I replied.
This felt as confusing as anything over the last few days, perhaps more so, but if I was to be honest with myself I was really beyond caring. He seemed particularly happy with himself and I decided to let him have his moment of glory. I had not asked for any of this and there was no way I was picking a fight with a room full of fully armed goldfish looking types armed with only a bad attitude and a throbbing headache. I simply shook my head.
Thrumhall reached inside the petals of the device and pushed the core he had taken from me into a slot in the base surface. Instantly what little light there was in the room flickered and fizzed and a hum filled the air. The shadows stopped prowling, walked over to Thrumhall and sat bolt upright.
The creatures seated around the table took this as a sign and left their seats to stand behind Thrumhall.
“Now flesh bag ” he said taking his pistol from the table and pushing it into a holster on his belt “where shall we go next.”
20 thoughts on “The In-between – Part 20 of 31”
Really fun development. 😀 I enjoyed this. 😀
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Well, I must say, I do like that he is beginning to show some gumption. Of course, it might get him beaten up or killed again but it’s a start. Although I think maybe he should have taken track — running really fast might do him a bit more good, especially if he could grab the darn thing while he did it. Ah well. At least our hero? is still alive and kicking. I am still wondering in a vague way who was this man when he was a live and the sad lady but we’re off to a new world so setting that aside for the moment.
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It’s funny right because I read the first couple of parts again the other day and I’m not quite sure how I got to where I got to with him. Even now I’m not sure whether I want him to be a the hero or a a reluctant Hero or something completely different I think he’s a little lacking in depth
well, I don’t think he’s lacking in depth but more that he is unusual for a male character in this type of novel. Usually it’s a female who keeps getting rescued and caught and doing the angst thing of why is this happening to me. Most male characters would have surprised themselves by now by doing some fighting or rescuing or solving some problem — like the hobbit in the troll scene. Unless they turn out to be the sidekick, then they might go on being rescued over and over. That metamorphasis can happen slower for female characters in some novels — or if they fall in love, then never as the love object does the rescuing. I think it’s ok you’re doing this because it’s going against type, against the expectations of the reader which I think is kinda your thing. The reader may feel a vague sense of discomfort because they’re expecting something that hasn’t happened or doesn’t seem to be happening. Humor works well in this situation because it pops out of nowhere and releases the reader’s tension temporarily. A nervous laugh that turns real. I think that’s why novels that go against type are often humorous. At the moment he’s the reluctant sidekick without a hero who has been cast as the hero. I do think he may have a talent — things of great power fall into his lap even if he doesn’t hold onto them. He is a magnet/catalyst for power items/events which makes him a lot more dangerous than he appears to the folks around him. (all of this is speculation on my part as I like to say things off the top of my head. Too much lemonade, you know)
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I think you are right in most of the things that you say it’s funny to get someone else’s perspective because I am very new to this and I kind of know where I want to go and I know how I want him to feel and I know the sort of character I want him to be . It definitely makes me want to revisit the story and do even more with it and I think you’re spot on about me liking to go against what’s expected
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