Mags awoke to the sound of someone entering her bedroom window; she slowly reached underneath her bed and unsheathed her katana.
"It's just me, Maggie," Suki said as she slipped into the room like an untrained assassin on her first mission.
"Suki, are you trying to get yourself killed?" Mags asked as she sat up. Mags was naked and covered in sweat.
"Just
seeing if I could do that, is all," Suki said with a sly smile, like a
fox who knew a secret way into a hen house. "Besides, we have somewhere
important to go and I'm hungry and you're buying."
Mags thought better than to cleave Suki in half, and looked around to find her clothes.
"Do you mind if I shower first?" Mags asked.
"Well,
okay," Suki replied. She was looking around Mags room and studying some
of the pictures that were hung about. Nothing to show the personality
of Mags, just visual items pleasant to the eyes.
"Did you dream?" Suki asked.
This
made Mags pause a second, and thinking about the last few seconds
before being awoken and she couldn't remember if she had dreamed or
not. She presumed she did but over time just tuned out the visceral
images. "No," she said.
Mags got up and stretched and headed to the bathroom.
"I
dreamed I was a marble rolling through an open field," Suki said; she had
leaned forward and peered at a picture. "Off in the distance there
was this lighthouse. It was an old one and painted like a candy cane.
You know the red and white swirl."
"Interesting," Mags called out.
"I
wonder if that means anything? I really don't remember my dreams at all,
just bits of images, but this one stood clear out when I woke up this
morning." Suki stopped by the dresser and looked at a cameo that was
there. She picked it up and looked at closely. It was old and beautiful
and it looked like it had been through a hundred battles.
"Nice cameo," Suki said. "How long have you had it?"
"It's been with me for a while," Mags replied. "It was gived to me by a special friend."
"Who was he?"
"Not a he. A she," Mags replied.
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The Falling Shade of Light
"You are really beginning to tick me off," Max growled as he
crossed the room and snatched Verdi's collar and lifted him off the
ground.
The little bald headed man didn't seem to be taken aback by this predicament.
"You're too late, Max," Verdi sneered. "You lose. I win."
"It hasn't gone into effect yet, you could shut it down," Max snapped. He brought the man's face close to his and sneered.
"Not likely," Verdi said with an amusing chuckle.
"Call it off," Max barked. "This is your last chance."
Verdi smiled at Max and said, "It's out of my hands."
Max dropped Verdi to the ground like a man who had touched something that was rotted and covered in maggots and he brought up a pistol.
"What, are you going to shoot me now?" Verdi asked. "Kill an unarmed man?"
Max looked Verdi in the eyes and snarled just before he pulled the trigger.
The little bald headed man didn't seem to be taken aback by this predicament.
"You're too late, Max," Verdi sneered. "You lose. I win."
"It hasn't gone into effect yet, you could shut it down," Max snapped. He brought the man's face close to his and sneered.
"Not likely," Verdi said with an amusing chuckle.
"Call it off," Max barked. "This is your last chance."
Verdi smiled at Max and said, "It's out of my hands."
Max dropped Verdi to the ground like a man who had touched something that was rotted and covered in maggots and he brought up a pistol.
"What, are you going to shoot me now?" Verdi asked. "Kill an unarmed man?"
Max looked Verdi in the eyes and snarled just before he pulled the trigger.
The Disbelief
"Oh really now?" Mags said as she left the bar. "Do you think everything would be as simple as that?"
Goner shrugged. "I'm quite sure about this ---" He pulled a pair of dice out of his jacket pocket "--- and as soon as they come up snake eyes then the portal opens."
Mags rolled her eyes. "Did this fellow happen have some magic beans as well?"
Goner shrugged. "I'm quite sure about this ---" He pulled a pair of dice out of his jacket pocket "--- and as soon as they come up snake eyes then the portal opens."
Mags rolled her eyes. "Did this fellow happen have some magic beans as well?"
Dancing Dogs
The nightclub was packed. The beautiful people were on the ground floor,
gyrating and grinding to the latest techno-beat from a mana spinner.
The magic was high and intense and Max could feel that vibe and he
cracked a little smile.
Max stood on the upper tier looking down upon the dancing beast below. His cigarette stuck in his mouth and he was listening to the music, as well. He could spot Suki in the crowd, she was having a really good time.
Max was amazed that the doormen even let her in the establishment in the first place. Since she looked like she should be at the library leafing through reference books for an essay.
"So what's up Max?" Mags asked as she placed a hand gently upon his shoulder.
"Nothing," Max said. "Everything."
"Something eating at you?" Mags asked. She turned his face towards her, and she could read it in his eyes. "Yes there is."
Max let out a sigh.
Max stood on the upper tier looking down upon the dancing beast below. His cigarette stuck in his mouth and he was listening to the music, as well. He could spot Suki in the crowd, she was having a really good time.
Max was amazed that the doormen even let her in the establishment in the first place. Since she looked like she should be at the library leafing through reference books for an essay.
"So what's up Max?" Mags asked as she placed a hand gently upon his shoulder.
"Nothing," Max said. "Everything."
"Something eating at you?" Mags asked. She turned his face towards her, and she could read it in his eyes. "Yes there is."
Max let out a sigh.
The Ritual of Gates & Portals
Max went into the bathroom and looked down beside the toilet and saw the plunger standing there. He reached down and picked it up. He searched underneath the sink and picked out a few items, glass cleaner, some all purpose cleanser and a tube of toothpaste.
He brought all these items back to the living room window. He placed them down on a coffee table and he took the glass cleaner and sprayed the front window, and he wiped it clean spotless.
He stuck the plunger against the glass. And then he unscrewed the tube of toothpaste and began drawing a swirling circle around the plunger, all the while muttering several lines from what appeared to be a Chemical Bros song.
Once the tube was rolled up, he tossed that into a waste-paper basket and grabbed the all purpose cleanser. He sprayed it lightly along the shaft of the plunger, meanwhile reciting something that could have been taken from a Fatboy Slim song.
He took his cellphone from the table and he punched in a series of numbers, as he aimed the antenna towards the centre.
"Come on baby, work," he said.
His thumb danced over the numbers pad, making a melodic tune over and over again. He stood there for several long minutes, as sweat began to pour from his forehead.
That's when he saw the window begin to go static like an old TV does when it's first turned on.
He brought all these items back to the living room window. He placed them down on a coffee table and he took the glass cleaner and sprayed the front window, and he wiped it clean spotless.
He stuck the plunger against the glass. And then he unscrewed the tube of toothpaste and began drawing a swirling circle around the plunger, all the while muttering several lines from what appeared to be a Chemical Bros song.
Once the tube was rolled up, he tossed that into a waste-paper basket and grabbed the all purpose cleanser. He sprayed it lightly along the shaft of the plunger, meanwhile reciting something that could have been taken from a Fatboy Slim song.
He took his cellphone from the table and he punched in a series of numbers, as he aimed the antenna towards the centre.
"Come on baby, work," he said.
His thumb danced over the numbers pad, making a melodic tune over and over again. He stood there for several long minutes, as sweat began to pour from his forehead.
That's when he saw the window begin to go static like an old TV does when it's first turned on.
*Carry On My Wayward Max*
Time: 5:00pm
Date: October 23, 1977
Place: a NYC Subway Platform
Max felt uneasy each time he walked down the steps to the subway. It seemed like something evil and drastic was going to happen. He really didn't know why he felt this way about it, it could have been a traumatic incident in the past that he had mentally blocked and the residues break through the cracks now and then.
He took the last cigarette from the pack and he crumbled it up and tossed it in the trash bin next to the turnstile. He dropped a token into the slot and slid through the device with a satisfying click. He spotted vending machines ahead and saw the cigarette one. He hoped it had stocked his brand in there, and he was relieved to see that it was. He slide several coins into the machine and heard the coins make their way into the belly of the beast. Then he pulled the lever and like magic his cigarettes where there.
"You know those will eventually kill you," said a young fellow. He was dressed up in a tattered long jacket that was hiding torn jeans and a stained t-shirt. The kid also had a bible tucked underneath his arm.
Great, Max thought. A holy roller.
The kid gave him a wink knowingly.
Date: October 23, 1977
Place: a NYC Subway Platform
Max felt uneasy each time he walked down the steps to the subway. It seemed like something evil and drastic was going to happen. He really didn't know why he felt this way about it, it could have been a traumatic incident in the past that he had mentally blocked and the residues break through the cracks now and then.
He took the last cigarette from the pack and he crumbled it up and tossed it in the trash bin next to the turnstile. He dropped a token into the slot and slid through the device with a satisfying click. He spotted vending machines ahead and saw the cigarette one. He hoped it had stocked his brand in there, and he was relieved to see that it was. He slide several coins into the machine and heard the coins make their way into the belly of the beast. Then he pulled the lever and like magic his cigarettes where there.
"You know those will eventually kill you," said a young fellow. He was dressed up in a tattered long jacket that was hiding torn jeans and a stained t-shirt. The kid also had a bible tucked underneath his arm.
Great, Max thought. A holy roller.
The kid gave him a wink knowingly.
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