LEGEND STATION

by

Frank Riganelli
Intellectual Property Owner Seal # 109748 Frank Riganelli (or Copyright 2011 Frank Riganelli) All rights reserved including the right of reproduction in whole, in part, or in any form, and distribution. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Franks education includes a Masters Certificate, Bachelors Degree, and studies in fiction and writing. His education is from Canada, the USA, and the UK, and he was formerly a Ghostwriter for a self-publishing company. He is the author of A Business Diary, The Swindle, his latest manuscript titled, The Renaissance Sphere, and articles that have been carried by professional groups and mentioned in commercial advertisements, including mention of him at msnCareers. He recently completed The Renaissance Sphere which is a sequel to Legend Station, although a reader need not have read Legend Station to appreciate its story. See the back of the book for the Prologue and first chapter of The Renaissance Sphere, and excerpts from his other books. His writing has been called sharp and informative Eloquent Books, NY AUTHORS NOTE It was my intention to write a novel that is somewhat different, which is why Legend Stations story reads in another way; a story written in the style of a legendary tale with graphic descriptions, and shocking events. It is, in part, in the horror genre although the novel is cross-genre. The candid writing in the story touches on important social topics more suited to young adults, although it is also entertaining to adult readers. Its sequel, The Renaissance Sphere, is different in its story and writing style, and does not contain the horror aspect. It looks at the topic of relationships and personal change through a story which is partly in a light-fantasy setting, and partly set in the real world around us. In The Renaissance Sphere, Madison Skyler is offered the choice of accepting her awaken, a decision that will affect a plan to save the future of the world. The descriptions and actions of the characters in Legend Station are presented fictitiously, and are not intended to represent any personal views of the author. The story uses the symbols of earth, wind, air and fire, which are also symbols of Buddhism. However, it is not the intention of the story to imply a basis of Buddhist faith, or any one faith. To that end, the following quote from The King James Bible, irrespective of the specific faith, aptly captures the essence of the story.

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brothers keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. Ezekiel 25-17, The King James Bible. The story does not propose any significance to faith itself, but may be considered to have a basis of agnostic ideology. Agnostic defined as a person who claims neither faith nor disbelief in God. The novels sequel offers an explanation of the underlying ideology of the two books. CONTENTS PROLOGUE 1

PART 1 TRINA 8 Chapter 1: The first of the day Chapter 2: Love-crazed Ted Chapter 3: The don Chapter 4: True feelings PART 2 DRAKE 90 Chapter 1: Waiting impatiently Chapter 2: Young Billys quiet death Chapter 3: Kates deadly investment Chapter 4: Confessions PART 3 TREVOR 146 Chapter 1: Remember Jake Dooley? Chapter 2: Fast cars Chapter 3: Paradox & murder PART 4 VANCE 187 Chapter 1: A troublemaker Chapter 2: Extorting the Kimbles Chapter 3: Framing Mac Chapter 4: The shame EPILOGUE 232 PROLOGUE The clock struck six; it was six a.m.. Its heavy bronze hand swung to the number twelve, firmly jolting to a complete stop; its weight lightly trembling the large structure. Six deep gongs sounded and echoed through the large stone entrance hall, which was barren at the early hour. The station had been there for centuries; in more recent times providing passage for commuters into the city. It was a solid and powerful looking old building, complete with a gargoyle perched high at its top.

Many frightening tales had been told over the ears about strange occurrences at the station, but no one was entirely sure how true they all were. The stories were passed on from old to young, and then again, with only a few unaware of the stations mystical past; the folklore leaving many with a respectful reverence for the creepy, mysterious place. Most days saw a bright sun coming over a clear blue horizon as the city slowly awoke. But this day saw the skies grey and stormy. A swirl of heavy dark clouds began gathering over the station, and a thick haze prevented the usual sunshine from beaming through. As the shadow from the darkening sky draped itself across the building, the stations gargoyle, which sat alone atop the roof, looked out over all that entered. This stone creature was a chimera; it didnt serve the purpose of channeling water like a waterspout, as many other gargoyles did. Rather, this giant, intimidating statue was a grotesque, and it was placed there to guard the station. Half man and half hideous creature it towered over everyone who entered the station, and watched them from its high perch. Upon entering the building, looking high up on its back wall, one saw its magnificent clock. With a diameter that spanned thirty feet, its design had been handcrafted ages ago by the secretive skills of gifted artisans. It was the centerpiece of the high and sizable entrance hall, and all who walked hrough the stone archway doors where graced by the sight of it. With towering walls and a design of crafted arcs and stone columns, the station offered a near awe-inspiring setting to everyone that entered. Legends about it described such gloomy days as a mystical preparation for bizarre and gruesome happenings. And on this day they would hold true, as on this morning a horrific experience like none other awaited four unsuspecting visitors. HELP! she screamed in terror not knowing if anyone would hear. She lay in the bed and felt the cold boney hands around her throat, as their grip tightened further. In a panicked frenzy she grabbed at the creature, only reaching its arms for its size, and felt its thick kin that oozed a sickly stench. With a grip that gradually squeezed down harder on her she could hear its sinister, grunting laugh from deep within it. It was a vile, hoarse sound that filled her with dread. She gasped to the force of its hands firmly on her, and tried screaming Help me! But it was a faint, choked call that was lost in the dim room. Wheezing and gagging, her body searched for air through the suffocating strangle, when she became lightheaded and would soon pass out. Relentlessly, it continued its slow assault on her, squeezing tighter and harder, as it stared down at her beauty. It moved its face toward hers when, in the desperate solitude of her mind, she shrieked Help me-e-e-e-e!; the color draining from her turned pale complexion. As her dwindling consciousness subdued her, she saw its hideous visage coming near her as it moved closer and closer still, to the precious sight before it. Her eyes were wide with fear and bulging to its strength, as she watched it open its mouth only inches from hers; a drop of saliva stringing down from its teeth. She was unable to move her head for its hold on her, when the putrid liquid hit her face. It burned and sizzled into her; the pain growing in intensity as it ate away at her skin. Her voice could no longer call for help as she lay helpless on the verge of death. Then, through her fading vision, she saw something move in the creatures mouth. Whats that? she guessed helplessly. It wasnt a tongue, but something that moved freely and hurriedly about, with rows of tiny legs that scurried feverishly. It abruptly stopped at the opening of the ghastly mouth, and poised itself on the bottom lip. In a quick pounce it leaped in a blurred black flash toward her face. She tried screaming with the little might left in her, but only grunted for that was the only sound she could make. In a fast motion she bolted upright, sitting up in the bed. In a horrified call that carried throughout the building, she screamed H-E-E-E-E-E-ELP! She sat in a daze on the bed; her heart beating frantically, and her hair sticking to her sweaty face. As she quivered uncontrollably with a cold sweat glazed over her body, she wondered where she was. Slowly, she looked around the room. It was a dream she told herself in relief. As she realized where she was, she began feeling calmer. And although she didnt really believe in dreams, she knew this was too real too lifelike and unexplainably, too deadly. Her breathing became regular as she

felt more at ease, when she was mysteriously overcome by a strange feeling. It chilled through her from head to foot. Like an image being forced into her mind she couldnt help but think that, in some hostly way, the horrific dream was to mean something; to let her know that something hideous would happen to her. And that it would be the result of something from her past. He sat alone at a table in a corner of the entrance hall. It was a round, nineteen fifties sodashop diner table; a foot and a half wide with a dingy, chrome strapping wrapped around it. His loose fitting shirt was cream colored with four buttons down the front. The white t-shirt he wore, easily seen between its lapels. He sat straight with his shoulders set back, further than most that have a naturally slight slouch, and his feet were crossed at the ankles. His shoes were of simple brown canvas that came up just over his ankles, and his blue jeans were worn although with enough color to keep them from looking ratty. Sitting alone, silently, he looked straight ahead into the space in front of him. His half rim, wire, prescription glasses, which were sensitive to daylight, became tinted when exposed to light. With a slim build and clean-shaven face, he wore his hair cleanly parted and neatly trimmed. His facial features lacked distinction, making him common looking and inconspicuous in the hall. He didnt look very old, maybe in his late thirties, but his manner indicated that his looks didnt match his older age. This was his place to sit. Hed occupied it longer than any of the stations staff worked there. No one knew exactly when he first came to be there, but people came to expect him to show up and he always did. On this morning he sat at the table again, silent and still, as if to be waiting for something. The stations reputation of myths was accompanied by its centuries-old dcor, and artistic design. It included the clock that was singularly unique in its styling, and another matching gargoyle perched above it. The clock was an exquisite work of art that had reliably provided time for centuries. It was symbiotic with the gargoyle aura that pervaded the hall. The heavy bronze frame around it was carved with images of mystic animals, and distorted faces. They were nestled in an etched sea of continuous waves that spanned the perimeter; each wave peaking to a fine and delicate crest at its very tip. However, the age of time had tarnished the old clock that became subtle shades of green. The aged look, blending with the lifelike crests of the waves which reached out to break and curl with such realism, gave it a noticeable three dimensional appearance. Some believed the water motif symbolized a struggle by the creatures; a struggle, conceivably, which held the creatures captive to their surrounding pool. The gargoyle above the clock was carved from old, grey stone, and was stained from the roofs leaks. Periodic rainstorms penetrated the aging building; the windows worn and their putty brittle, which surrendered them to the elements. The sculpture, although outlandish in its look, was now commonplace to the stations staff, and to those who frequented the hall often. But to first-time visitors there was always a moment of uneasiness at first sight of it. With a size twice that of the average man, and an appearance that people described as grotesque, wicked, and even evil, it created an uncomfortable mood when looked at. Some folklore tales even referred to it as supernatural. However, regardless of myths, the staff, in a way, had come to consider this their home. Despite the eerie statues and peculiar legends, they felt a certain familiarity toward the place. The crowd of daily commuters didnt usually dote on the elaborate surroundings. They were usually distracted by the thought of catching their train or reading a newspaper, or for the overriding activity of the crowd. However, on those occasions when a person was alone, and not taken by the surrounding commotion, they did notice the gargoyle and clock and strangely sensed the ghoulish ambiance they created. An uncertain second look at the gargoyle for the creepy sensation it was watching them, or a peculiar feeling the creatures in the clock followed their movements. The caricature appearance of the gargoyle was significant, but no one was quite sure of its meaning. Although many had tried explaining its distinctive features and look, their tales only added to the local folklore. There existed one commonly agreed upon opinion about the gargoyle, and that was

that people of long ago had put it there to protect the station. The legends raised questions which after generations still went unanswered; the most popular of them, Protect it from what?, and, How was a stone statue meant to do that?. Part 1 TRINA Chapter 1 The first of the day The first of the days commuters entered the station that came alive with activity. People swiftly entered the hall which began filling, and the stations speakers began calling out train departures in a metallic, tinny sound. The morning rush-hour crowd arrived. And amid the pushing and shoving people broke out to either scurry for their platform, or quickly snatch up a seat to wait. Voices were heard over the clamor of the crowd, as people rushed across the polished, marble floor to their trains and set out for another work day in the city. Hold the door! hollered one commuter, who hurried through the turnstiles, rushing to get on his train. Im at the station now, Ill be there in about forty minutes, a woman said as she spoke into her mobile phone. She continued, Dont worry, well have plenty of time to prepare before the meeting, as she ran through the hall with her computer bag over her shoulder, and her mobile phone at her ear. Others in less of a rush took a seat in the halls waiting area, and read a newspaper or handled their Blackberry, or iPhone waiting for the start of another day. However, amid the commotion no one noticed the only remaining empty seat in the entrance hall. It rested strangely alone at the old diner table. In short time the entrance hall filled; standing room only, as every seat was taken except for it. Vacantly, it held its place across from the man. However, it would soon be taken by a commuter; an unsuspecting person that would later regret it for the unimaginable experience that awaited them. The simple chair the man sat in was of wood painted dark brown. Its finish was scratched and dented from age, and it had a ring beneath the seat fastened to all four legs just above the ground. Across from him, on the other side of the table, was the other matching chair. Still resting innocently in its place on the ground, it was like the unassuming web of a tarantula that waits for an unwary insect to pass. With the entrance hall packed it was only a matter of time before someone sat in it. And when they did, theyd enter a mystical journey of profound self revelation, which would strip them to their naked truth and push them to the limits of their senses. The morning crowd appeared to be invisible to him as he looked forward without moving, even when the activity came near. A woman walked up to the table. Is this chair free? she asked as she looked at him, not knowing her question was the start of an experience she could never imagine.

He nodded slowly up and down, indicating it was available, but didnt say a word. She sat in the chair and swung her purse to her lap, giving a sigh of relief. After rushing to the station through heavy traffic, she was glad to find a seat in the hall while waiting for her train. Trina was her name and she worked in the city as a posh call girl for an upscale clientele. She was twenty-nine years old and trying to save money to go to university, with the intention of getting a business degree. Clever and ambitious, she had designs on breaking into the business world with the aid of her good looks, and crafty street smarts. Today she was taking the train because of a last minute change in her schedule, which would have her late for traffic if she drove. Like the many others commuters she would take the train downtown, only her work had her meeting with a client for a rendezvous. She knew she was naturally attractive, but always enhanced her looks with a generous display of makeup for the men. Her daily routine included a tasteful dressing of eye-shadow, lipstick, mascara, and just the right shade of rouge. With voluptuous lips, misty blue eyes, and a velvety complexion, she was inviting and dazzling. She made herself even more stunning with eyebrows carefully worked to gentle, delicate accents and eyelashes stroked until they were lush, luring magnets for the eyes. It was an appearance of artistic perfection, which created her look of fine distinction. Her hair was a rich auburn color which she kept just long enough to barely rest on her shoulders. She kept it silky soft with a strong body wave, only without much curl, leaving it thick and mane like. It draped around her face beautifully with rich fullness. Her figure was naturally slim regardless of how much she ate; a fast metabolism she guessed, and a trait she didnt resist. At a height of five foot six without her heels, she was graced with a slender hourglass shape; something she used purposefully in her work. Trina was well versed in one of the oldest professions known to man, and had earned a reputation of providing the best service. She developed a clientele that included certain prominent people, and because she was close to their inner circle, she felt a tad nervous at times. However, she learned to accept the trust put in her and kept it all very discrete. No harm would come to her for the work she did because of her influential contacts, and their fondness for her. As long as she stayed loyal, everything was fine. Although the moment she got different ideas, her comfortable lifestyle would stop; shed be faced with dire intentions against her. Her plan was to continue working for another year and attend university with the money shed saved starting a legitimate career that would get her out of her line of work entirely. This was the start of another long and dole drum day, so she thought, not knowing what was about to happen. As she looked into the hall, she tried to avoid talking to him as he sat quietly across the table from her. He showed little attention to her although she was catching the eye of many a man who threw here a glance.

Her train would leave in fifteen minutes and soon shed be on it, she wasnt interested in making small talk. She looked at her watch and then looked past him, which revealed a hallway leading to the bathroom. It was of paneled walls of cherry wood that had become dim and faded over time. Her glance to the far end of the hall continued around and behind her, as she looked at the arc shaped stone doorways of the entrance which totaled seven. While she glanced at them she successfully gave the appearance she was looking for someone. Then, in a moment of distraction to something that caught her attention, she became still. She heard a faint whisper say, Ted. But not knowing for sure where it was coming from she curiously looked in different directions, and then at the man across from her. It was then she realized it was coming from above. She looked up in the direction of the sound, and strangely met eyes with the gargoyle perched above the clock a cold chill rushing through her. She felt a strong and uncomfortable feeling capture her, as she sensed the gargoyle was looking at her. The feel of its invasive stare was upon her as it came down in a hard glare. Suddenly, ... Chapter 1: The first of the day Chapter 2: Love-crazed Ted Chapter 3: The don Chapter 4: True feelings Part 2 DRAKE Chapter 1 Waiting impatiently Drake walked out of the halls crowd and went to a far wall to light a cigarette. The station was nonsmoking but he was frustrated his train was late and the type of person who ignored rules when it suited him. He drew on the cigarette, filling his lungs, before blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. As he scanned the hall, he noticed the man sitting alone at the diner table. Strange he thought, at the sight of the empty seat at the table. Every other seat was taken for the hall being full, but he was unaware that the chair was empty for an unapparent reason; a reason that wasnt meant for him, or anyone, to known. He held his briefcase impatiently as he waited, looking about in his charcoal grey suit and red power tie. It grabbed the eye against his crisply starched white shirt. Drake was an investment advisor who earned a handsome living by advising wealthy people and groups. He had earned the reputation of finding lucrative investments, which he created by bringing people with mutual interests together. Although hed never been in trouble with the law, many of his dealings were questionable and bordered on unethical practices. But he created a

significant amount of wealth for his clients, and as long as the results were good no one looked into his work. His train would be fifteen minutes late. Id better take a seat he decided, while again looking at the empty chair at the diner table. He moved toward it and asked, Is this seat free? With little reaction the man slowly nodded up and down in consent. He sat down and put his briefcase on the ground by his feet. He couldnt help but notice the man was looking directly at him through his tinted glasses. The darkish shade was just enough to prevent anyone from seeing his eyes. Feeling a bit awkward by it, he turned in his chair slightly toward the hall to face the crowd. At the same time he kept his eye on the arrivals and departures board. Busy day, have you? the man said stolidly, as he continued looking at him. He turned to look at the man and replied, Whats that? I said, do you have a busy day? Yeah, busy enough he answered, as he looked at his watch and then back into the hall. Isnt Billys anniversary next month? the man said, as he continued in his agenda for the unsuspecting visitor. He became still with surprise at the mans words, and slowly turned to look at him. Billy? What are you talking about? Whos Billy? Its the third of next month Billys anniversary, the man explained, still in his manner that was unmoving and without expression. He knew what the man was referring to but ignored it, and continued, Sorry mister, I dont know any Billy Im just waiting for my train. So why dont you just sit there and keep to yourself. Billy was a young boy who was collateral damage from one of Drakes shifty investment deals. He knew what the man meant by his comment, but wasnt going to talk about an incriminating incident from his past. Hed successfully kept the episode in his life a secret, until today it seemed. He shifted his posture in his chair to look away from the man, and tilted his head slightly, resting it in his hand. Let me help you remember, the man said. He remained quiet to the comment for his uncertainty, although he became uptight by it. A tired mood then quickly and briskly came over him. His moments anxiousness had disappeared, but he was suddenly startled by something that caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. It was Ebeos image which separated from the stone and began moving in the perch. The creature began twisting its torso to either side as if to be stretching, while the stone figure remained lifeless. As he manifested himself through his image, he reached his arms out to his sides as he turned both ways. Then with a sudden snap of his head, he looked at Drake with a penetrating stare, showing his keen interest in the newcomer. Drake watched the image leap from the perch before it disappeared in the air, when it quickly became visible next to the table.

With a startled reaction he raised his arms in front of his face at the sight of the gargoyle. What the hells going on? he yelled. The people standing not far from the table turned at his voice, but all they saw was Drake in his startled position and the man who sat quietly across from him. It was a strange sight for any onlookers as there appeared to be no reason for Drake to be yelling. Yet he did. Hidden to them was the phantasm world of Ebeo, in which he separated himself from the stone and leaped down to the stations floor. He was about to pull Drake into a bizarre and deathly ordeal, but no one knew it. As Drake leaned away in fear, he felt himself falling backward off the chair. But before he reached the ground he began a long free-fall into another place; a place beyond the reality of the station. The entrance hall became a hazy blur as he felt himself falling weightlessly, faster and faster into a dark abyss. His insides moved to his rapid movement as happens when one accelerates quickly, and the dim light from above disappeared. As he helplessly fell further he fretted in anticipation of hitting bottom, knowing it would be at any moment. With a shattering splash he came down hard into the dingy pool of the hollow, and gasped U-u-u-g-h to the force of his fall. He laid motionless in the pool when his eyes suddenly opened, and he realized he was still alive. With care he stood up and looked around at his new surroundings. What the he said in surprise to his bizarre transition from the station. He slowly and cautiously wiped the pools slimy residue off his clothes. What the hell is this place? Where am I? As he peered hard in every direction, trying to see anything, he found it was pitch-dark around him. For as confused as he was by this unbelievable happening, he knew the fall should have killed him, but it didnt. And he wondered why he was still alive. Back in the station his empty body sat in the chair and looked straight ahead at the man. Anyone near the table didnt notice anything out of the ordinary. He appeared to be sitting comfortably, though he was actually captive to the stations mysterious control. Part of him sat helpless at the table and another part of him was stuck in the gloomy cavern. Standing in total darkness, he carefully stepped about as he cautiously waved his arms through the air feeling for anything around him. When, in total surprise, Ebeo appeared in a brief but brilliant flash of light. HOLY SHIT! he shrieked, as the near blinding light revealed the creature standing in front of him. Immediately the light dissipated and in a panic he stepped backward, and stumbled falling into the pool. As he sat in the puss-laden liquid, Ebeo began snorting loudly in a monstrous way. His spray of hot nasal mist was spewing on Drakes face. The helpless man wiped his mouth for the disgust of it, at the same time knowing it was the least of his problems. The creatures eyes were a glowing green that gave him a crazed look. It wasnt enough light for Drake to see around himself with, but it was enough to see the massive gargoyles silhouette.

With a short, heavy snort he slowly stretched his neck out, making his bones crack before straightening up to a full upright stance. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he towered over him. As Drake sat in the pool, frozen in fear by this monstrous creature in front of him, for no apparent reason Ebeo became agitated. He started aggressively punching his fists together in front of himself. They smashed loudly each time, making a grossly thud and cracking sound. His skin thick and dense, and his bones solid. He crossed his arms over his chest again, and leaned down to look closely at Drake. His snout moved up to Drakes face, which was brimming with terror, and with an inquisitive and probing look as if he wanted to know who this person was he gave several short, strong sniffs, sampling his scent. For fifteen never-ending seconds he stayed in this position, before letting out a high pitch shriek. Drake moved his head for the deafening sound and stench, when the creature grabbed his jackets lapels, effortlessly lifting him to his feet. Oh my God! he thought in reaction to the creatures immense strength. He knew he weighed nearly two hundred pounds himself, and yet Ebeo easily lifted him to his feet. The angry gargoyle raised his arms into the air and crashed them down on Drakes shoulders making him cry out a moan of pain. His bones felt like they were crushed by the blow. Again, then again, and still again, three swift and mighty blows pounded him, making his back feel like it would break. The hammering so strong it forced him to the ground. He felt pulverized and was in excruciating pain, when he called Someone, help me! But his voice fell on the deafness of the grotto. No one would hear his cry for help. He was alone in the dungeonous cavern, which he agonized would be his tomb. As he sat on the ground Ebeo leaned down and held a hand out in front of him, showing his palm. With his monstrous strength he pounded it violently with his fist. The smashing sound of it not fading away in the grots echo however, but instead became amplified. It grew to the sound of a thunderous explosion which made Drake close his eyes, and cover his ears. The noise so loud it attacked his senses. As he sat in a ball, covering his head from the rage, it suddenly stopped. He slowly opened his eyes as the numbing ringing in his head lingered on, when he realized he was no longer in the hollow. Chapter 2 Young Billys quiet death He looked around to see a group of young boys, around thirteen or fourteen years old he guessed, under a railway bridge. It was in a part of the city which was badly run down. His passage from the grot left him feeling disconnected, and he realized he was no longer in pain. He guessed he was in some kind of bizarre existence which permitted him to be in this other place.

With a slow scan of the area, he looked around to see the remains of what used to be a flowing creek. It only trickled now as it passed under a bridge, creating two hills of dirt on either side. As the hills sloped up toward the bridge overhead, the boys had taken a place part way up one of them. When a train passed, they could hear the loud thunder-like rolling of the heavy rail cars along the steel tracks and feel debris that fell to the ground below. As the train track shook it rattled the entire bridge that was made of wood and metal, which made most passersby stay clear of it for the obvious dangers. But when trains werent passing, it was a quiet and secluded place the boys enjoyed. I dont care, the boy yelled out. My dad is dead and my mom is always telling me what to do, he said resentfully, as he paced back and forth. Here, have a hit, his friend said, as he offered Billy a syringe with heroin in it. Yeah, this stuff will make you feel better. Dont run away, chill with us, a second friend said, trying to keep the distraught boy from running away from home. Drake realized the boys couldnt seem him so he called to them, but they didnt hear him either. He was in a purgatory-like state watching what was happening, but unable to interact with it. The boys were from poor homes in the city and some of them, like Billy, had lost a parent. Others were from foster homes. Theyd meet at night under the railway bridge where they built a fire, and experimented with drugs knowing they wouldnt be interfered with by anyone who would disapprove. This was their escape from a life they felt offered them no hope, and although they didnt have their own money to buy drugs, they stole what they needed to satisfy their habit. The sky was darker than normal with the moon slightly covered by a haze of cloud. It allowed only a dim glow and the lighting under the bridge was equally scarce with only one small emergency spotlight secured far up the hill at the bridge. It was in the crawl space across the creek where the hill met the steel girders of the bridge overhead. It was some thirty feet way from them and cast only a bit of light to where they sat. For most this presented a dangerous area, poorly lit at night and hazardous for the falling debris, and with the risk of running into muggers. Yet despite this the boys were drawn to it, and felt a sense of freedom from their problems when they were there. They preferred it this way as they had more privacy without bright lights, and it gave them a reason to build a fire. Billy sat down beside his friend and looked at the syringe. Is that it? he asked. Yeah dude, I got this stuff from my cousin who sells it makes heavy bank, gotta Mercedes and everything, replied the first friend. It looks different than the other stuff, Billy commented. He was uncertain about the strange drug hed never tried before. For sure, this stuff is righteous no kid stuff like the smackle. Are you a man or a baby? the first friend said, taunting him to try the heroin. He argued in reply, showing his friends he was as much a man as they were pretending to be. I aint no baby you jack off, gimme the shit. He grabbed the syringe from his friends hand, and paused to look at it in his nervousness. But he couldnt risk his friends seeing he had doubts. This

aint so bad, he said, not knowing anything about the drug inside the syringe but continuing the show of confidence. The first friend explained he had to pull up his sleeve and inject the needle into a vein, when Billy interrupted acting as if he knew it all. Yeah, yeah, I know he said, as he began pulling up the sleeve of his sweater with noticeable hesitation. He aint gonna do it, accused the third friend. Hes a chicken. I am NOT a chicken! Billy yelled back. Yeah, so why are you so slow about taking it? Dont know what to do, do you? he said further taunting him. The group of boys had taken marijuana and different types of crack, but nothing that required a syringe and Billy was feeling confused about it. Feeling nervous, angry, and afraid, he believed all he had was the sense of belonging he felt when with his friends. It wasnt something he could risk losing by showing to be a coward. Drake shouted at them to stop but the boys couldnt hear him, when he ran up to Billy to take the syringe. As he reached out to grab it, he was amazed his hands passed through it, and through Billys hands. He was ghostlike, unable to interact with his surroundings and with no physical presence. It left him no choice but to stand idly by, and watch helplessly. Trying to hide his fear, Billys eyes became wet to a build up of tears as he pointed the needle at his arm. He paused in his uncertainty about where to put it. The second friend stood up and walked over to him. Right here, he said, as he pointed to the inside of Billys forearm; a spot slightly down from the elbow. It goes right here in the vein. Yeah I know, he barked back, as he touched the tip of the needle on his arm. Youve got to slap your arm first, stupid, the first friend said. I saw my cousin and his friends doin it. Youve got to get the vein really big and fat, and then you stick the needle in it. It was really cool to watch, but if youre too afraid... Im not afraid! he yelled. Yeah, right. Your dad killed himself and your mom is poor, youre a loser. Cant you get anything right like take a needle? the third friend added, as he stood over Billy and watched. Shut up! he shouted, as he got up and lunged toward the friend, throwing a punch at him. They jostled and scrambled to keep their balance on the slope of the hill, when the second friend broke them up. Billys life had changed dramatically since his fathers death, making him feel alone and abandon. He constantly argued with his mother no matter how hard she tried reaching him. An unhappy boy whod been dealt a terrible hand in life, he had little chance to cope with it. He found peaceful moments in his longing for his father, but knew hed never see him again. The pain festered within him causing a constant anger, and showing itself in his resentment toward most people. His mother and teachers regularly found him difficult to deal with, and he constantly

got into trouble at school and in the city. He began steeling money by climbing through open windows of houses in other neighborhoods and risked getting caught and going to a detention center for minors. However in his mind these were acceptable risks to support his newly developed habit; or rather addiction, to drugs. Yelling at his friend, showing his toughness in front of the group, he hollered Ill fight you anytime, Im not afraid of you and if you say anything about my Dad again, Ill kill you. He became calmer and felt like crying, but he couldnt let it happen, not there. He walked back to his spot on the ground and sat down with the syringe. Hey, this stuff is cool, Itll make you feel better. Its like what happens when we take the smack and grass, only this stuff is even better, his first friend said to reassure him. As he held the syringe, he hit his forearm a few times with the back of his hand. But there was little point to it for the darkness. The fires light wasnt enough though it flickered occasionally, throwing off some light. None of them could adequately see a vein on their arm without standing near the spotlight, which was on the other side of the creek. But their adolescent bravado wouldnt let them admit they were doing something that wasnt right. He touched the point of the needle on the wide part of his forearm, just down from his elbow, and paused. At the sight of this Drake began hollering at him to stop, but it was futile as none of them could hear him. The third friend, whod been taunting him, stood amazed as he watched. Billy was really going to go through with it he thought. The second friend looked at him sympathetically, and said Its ok, just push it in and squeeze down here, as he pointed to the head of the syringes plunger. With a gentle force he pierced his skin and pushed the needle into his arm even though it was noticeably dirty from prior use. It was something his nave eyes had overlooked. He winced to the pain of it going through his skin. Although he wanted to stop, he was driven on by his anger, resentment, and need to prove something all which came together to create his misplaced resolve; his vice which pushed him beyond what he truly wanted to do. Pushing down gradually on the plunger, he felt a pressure in his forearm where the heroin was injecting into him. He continued pushing it the rest of the way, when he felt the pressure become a numb feeling throughout his arm. In an instant he felt the heroin moving through his blood a soothing sensation that eased through him as the drug mixed with his blood, to interact and overtake. His senses quickly became increasingly slow and dull. With a lazy and sleepy expression, he looked up as the fire became a hazy vision to him. Im on a cloud he dreamed, when he became completely relaxed and disconnected from his surroundings. He now felt nothing but the chemically induced stupor of calm and tranquility. So peaceful he basked.

The syringe was still stuck in his arm when he fell backward and to the groundand as the moon began moving in his sight he felt as light as a feather, believing he was being taken up off the ground at that very moment. His friends stood watching, acting like this was a trivial thing to them, but madly wondering what he was feeling. A moment later they became unclear, distorted visions to him. They swayed in the air to either side with a wavy, dreamlike effect. The hallucinogenic trip to the sky was shortlived however, when he passed out and his breathing became thin and his body numb. The life in him was slowly being overcome by the strong dose of heroin flowing through him. He stopped breathing he lay lifeless on the ground and he was dead. Drake stood still and quite over the young, lifeless body, feeling sad and upset after watching the boy unknowingly take his own life. He wanted to have some reaction, but because of his detached feeling for being in his purgatory-like state, he couldnt. His involuntary response, to want to feel something to acknowledge what had just happened, wouldnt be satisfied. What he observed was the culmination of events which he had started, making him responsible for the beginning of the end of Billy. It was a tragic end for the young boy, and although he knew it, his ghostlike presence prevented him from doing anything else but watch. As he stood over Billys dead body he heard a voice speak to him, as he looked above himself in different directions searching for it. That was Billy, he heard the voice say. At that same moment the fire blazed up and shot out in all directions, forcing him to quickly raise his arms and cover his face. When he reopened his eyes, he slowly lowered his arms and saw he was no longer under the bridge but back in the repulsive smelling hollow. What the hells going on? he yelled into the quiet. What does this have to do with me!? Serenity Trust sound familiar? he heard from above. It was the voice of the man at the diner table that echoed deeply off the walls of the grotto. Serenity Trust? What does this guy know about me? His mind began racing to remember his dealings in Serenity Trust, and what this person could possibly know about it. He silently waited for the mans voice again as he looked up and stepped about in the filthy sludge. But his silence wasnt appreciated. As his body at the table saw Ebeos image moving on the perch, he reflected Oh shit anticipating the gargoyle awakening again. The creature pounced up and out into the air, and began a swift descent before quickly vanishing. A moment later he reappeared in the hollows pool, where he landed hard with both feet pounding the ground. He stood before Drake with his arms crossed tightly across his chest, when he leaned forward to look at him intently. And as he did, Drake felt a strange feeling in his hand. The middle finder on his right hand felt like something was pulling on it, upward and back toward his forearm. In an astonished reaction he tried reaching for it with his other hand, but wasnt able to for a force that held it. The pain quickly became excruciating when he heard his ligaments tearing, and he was certain his finger would soon break. Ah-h-h, he screamed, but no one was

there to hear him. Only Ebeo heard him as he grinned for the total control he could impose on his victim. You used Serenity Trust to swindle those people, didnt you? the man accused angrily, his voice carrying down into the somber hollow. What? he replied, as he panted from the pain. And again his finger was pushed further to the point it would surely break. Wait, wait! he pleaded, Stop, Ill answer! He was breathing heavy and wincing as he took a moment to get his composure. However, Ebeo, unsatisfied with the delay moved toward him to stare into his eyes. As he moved within inches of Drakes terrified expression, he splattered steamy nasal fluid across his face. Drake gave a disgusted groan when he felt the gargoyles cold bony hands take his. Ok, ok!... he said in submission. I set up Serenity Trust for some tax advantages, but it But before he could finish speaking, in a swift motion Ebeo quickly bent his finger back until it almost touched his forearm. There, in its stretched position, he held it. He screamed WAIT! but the powerful creature had different ideas. After the brief pause, the unsympathetic creature effortlessly pushed his finger past its limit, breaking it. A sharp, cracking sound heard before he let go. It was set up to flow money into a bigger deal! he blurted out, as he breathed heavily and frantically for the pain. Ebeo looked at him with curiosity as he wouldnt yet admit the truth, despite his pain and suffering. With a sinister expression he swiftly grabbed Drakes thumb, and in one fluid motion pulled it back to touch his forearm. It broke with the same sharp, cracking sound. He screamed again with both broken fingers hanging limply on his hand. They pointed grossly and awkwardly out of line with the others. Isnt that the hand you sign contracts with? the man asked rhetorically. What? he answered in a bewildered and confused manner, still reeling from the pain. In a calm voice the man replied, Have a nice trip, when Drake felt something pull on his middle finger again, making him cry out in pain. With a vice-like grip the creature pulled him off the ground by his finger, and whisked him off in a blur to another place. I can assure you that your company and the people working for it will get a very good return on this investment, Drake said as he spoke on the phone. He paused to listen and continued, Yes, thats right, its a start up company that mines for natural minerals. The shares are undervalued to their true worth, and they should triple or even more in the next year. He listened again to the other person speaking. Ok, its a done deal then. Ill get back to you with the contracts and we can all sit back and let our money work for us.

He finished the call and hung up the phone, feeling disoriented from his arrival to the bizarre change of reality. It was a place from his past, and without being conscious of it he automatically mimicked his actions from the first time hed lived the event. Drake had been speaking with the staff at a small local company, and convinced them to invest their employee retirement plan into one of his investments. Theyd been calling on him for some time, wanting to get into a good investment that would grow their retirement savings. Glemco was the name of the local company that used a profit sharing plan, and it had been quite successful in the past few years. Business was good, theyd improved productivity, and now everyone stood to benefit for the companys increased profits. Their retirement savings fund was about one and a half million dollars, and being so impressed with the opportunity Drake showed them, they borrowed against their assets, using the fund as collateral, to put up twice the amount. They stood to make a good sum and the employees were counting on it. Two of Glemcos employees were Arthur and Elaine Wensin, who were also Billys parents. Like all the employees at the company they were concerned about their future and the companys ability to provide for their retirement. Considering that times had been good at the company, most wanted to take advantage of it not knowing if the future would be as prosperous. Drake had recently become involved in a very big land development deal, which he wanted to get in on personally. But he needed the money to put up for it, and schemed to use Glemcos money for his own investment. Hence, Serenity Trust was born. With some creative contract writing, and crafty words for Glemcos staff, he created a scheme in which he had signing authority on their behalf. What they also didnt know was that the mining company would be facing changes in environmental laws very soon. These were changes that would severely affect the investment. As his scheme unfolded over the next few months, he moved Glemcos money into his land development investment. He knew the mining company would have no choice but to file for bankruptcy, which they did as a result of the environmental regulatory changes implemented. These things happen, Mr. Kentrell, Drake said to the employee committee chairman of Glemco. It was a high-risk investment which is why it offered such a good payback. Ive already spoken with your General Manager, but Ill come buy so we can talk more about it. They finished the conversation and he hung up the phone. Drake had no intention of going to Glemco again, that part of his con was done, and he safely had their money in his own investment now. Not bad, their little nest egg should get me about one million by the end of the year he thought. He leaned back in his chair, looking out the window at the park across the way while basking in this success. What he didnt keep tabs on, for the fact that he didnt care about it, was the closure of Glemco and how it affected its employees. Arthur and Elaine Wensin, and everyone else working at the company, lost their jobs and their retirement savings in one fast turn of events. Arthur Wensin took the news and the huge setback in his life so badly, he threw himself off a bridge. He lost his job, his

retirement money, and his house, which hed recently refinanced, all in a very short time because of Glemcos closure. With Arthur gone, Elaine was left alone with next to no money and with young Billy to look after. The situation forced her to move to another part of the city she could afford a rundown and unsafe area. It didnt take long before Billy fell in with a new group of friends, which led him to take drugs for the first time and the last time. This was the same group of friends that got him to try heroin, the drug that became the object of his curiosity and killed him. As Drake looked out the window he heard a very loud smashing noise just behind his head. Instantly, he slammed his eyes shut. When he reopened them a moment later he saw he was no longer in his office, but found himself back in the station sitting in the chair. Unknown to him was that one part of him was sitting at the diner table the whole time, telling the story to the man while another part of him was reliving it in the bizarre transition to a moment in his past. It was a type of alternate reality, permitting him to live two different experiences at the same time. And wheres the money? the man asked, still sitting across from him. Strangely, Drake was now immune to the constraining effect of Ebeo and the man, and felt uninhibited as he freely began talking. He spoke as if he were speaking to his best friend, with no reservations whatsoever. Howbeit as he did, he sat in his chair looking straight ahead. He was rid of any emotion and with barely any movement as he spoke, just like the man had been doing to him. In this moment of verbal release he explained that the money he took from Glemco was invested in the land development deal in his own name. It was a questionably legitimate action considering he had power of attorney, making for a worry free transfer of funds should anyone question it. Then later, not long after Glemcos investment went bankrupt, he simply reported it back to the company, knowing theyd get nothing back. It was the result of other larger creditors lining up themselves, trying to get back what they could of their own investments. Drake, being as underhanded as he was, knew that bankruptcy would leave the mining company free from certain obligations. It meant they didnt have to repay investors from the remaining money they were permitted to keep and that Glemco would be left out in the cold. He had created the company Serenity Trust, which was as an offshore holding company he was the sole owner of. It would be waiting for him with nearly one million dollars from his land deal. He finished his explanation of the scam as he sat at the table, when he noticed the mans hand resting on something. Strange he thought, as the man barely moved while sitting in his chair, and yet his hand was now not only on the table but also resting on something. An object he wasnt aware of to his surprise. He stared at the outreached hand when the man grinned and slowly turned it over. His eyes widened to what he saw which was an electronic device recording his confession.

Feeling completely duped at the sight of the recorder, he was distracted by the site of Ebeo rustling on his perch. In a split-second he felt something grab him and sweep his body out of the chair. He landed face first in the pool of the dungeonous grot, and slowly got up to his feet. Im sure some people will be interested to listen to this, the mans voice said, as it carried down from above. He instantly panicked, alarmed by the thought of the authorities getting the recording. His thoughts became cluttered about what to do, keeping in mind he was trapped in the grotto. One desperate idea after another ran through his mind, except these were half thought out and frenzied scraps of ideas, scrambled by his fear. He fidgeted his hands together in front of himself as his eyes probed in different directions. It was as if he was looking for an answer somewhere, hoping it would suddenly come to him. When in the nervous moment he blurted out loudly, and in no particular direction, What can I do for YOU! content to have said anything at all. He anxiously awaited a reply from the man, but there was none. Trying to calm himself, but still with some discomposure, he continued What do you want!? Everyone wants something, right? Only this time he looked above when he spoke, desperate that the man would hear his voice. However, there was still no reply. I can make you rich! he said desperately. Whats your number, just tell me and we can work something out. You name it and well trade for the recording. The man continued in his silence as Drake stepped about in the pool, beginning to feel a sense of helplessness. He felt a moments high earlier when trying to negotiate, and now wondered if he was heard at all. Or if he was left there to rot while the man left the station with the recording. The silence lingered on to his dread, when finally the mans voice was heard. Youve noticed Im not alone. At the sound of the words, he snapped up in reaction to them. Still feeling nervous and anxious, he thought about the comment. Only he misunderstood the mans meaning, and took it as an opportunity to buy him off by freeing him from Ebeo. He said with excitement in his voice, Yeah, thats right, no one wants a boss I can make you free. Just tell me what you want and its yours. For the next several minutes he rambled on with his sales pitches, and offers of wealth; he offered to pull fast deals together through his contacts. But again the man offered no response, silence once again returning to the hollow. He fretted in the long pause, not knowing if the man would take his deal or not, as he fumbled through his jacket for a cigarette. Finally finding the pack he felt they were soaked through, and in frustration threw them into the pool. WELL! Whats it going to be? he hollered. In a base-filled voice, charged with anger, the man replied Your trappings cannot undo that which is timeless. As the man spoke, the cavern shook to the vibration of the overpowering voice. Drake struggled to keep his balance, the mans voice not heard again. A long empty silence once again permeated the grotto. Drake feared his chance to deal his way out wouldnt happen.

He paced about the sludgy pool with his hands on his waist, waiting to hear something, but there was nothing. When to his surprise, he felt a breeze of air on his face. In his pacing hed gone far enough in one direction that he crossed a current of air. It moved steadily through the hollow. He moved his face about, feeling the air blowing on it, and determined its direction. If he could follow the current to an opening in the grot, it might offer an escape he thought. Theres a way out he hoped to himself. Oddly enough, Ebeo hadnt appeared or made a sound in this opportune moment. He took the opportunity and began in a paced run in the direction of the air current the pussy pool splashing up, hitting his face. But unhindered by the nauseating smell, he quickly wiped it and continued when he soon felt fatigued. He slowed and trudged his feet through the dense sludge before stopping. A sound was heard and he became still to it as he tried catching his breath. The wooshing of the pool to his movements was weakening, but still hiding the sound from him. But there was nothing to hear any longer. He turned in all directions, listening intently and ready to continue running, when he heard it again. In the distance he heard a slithery sound, like something serpent-like moving through a thick paste. Then a splash was heard, but he couldnt be sure where it was coming from. Its sound delicately echoed off the walls of the grot. He stood still, trying to slow his breathing to hear it again, but it was gone. Picking up his run he felt the air on his face getting stronger. I must be getting near he guessed. With renewed confidence and hope he kept on when he heard another splash, this time very near to him. He stopped and turned in all directions, seeing nothing but darkness while he listened. The eerie silence swamped him with anxiety, when to his surprise something swiftly grabbed his leg around his ankle. It quickly wrapped itself around both his feet, powerfully squeezing them together, bringing him to the ground. He splashed down in the pool and reached to grab at the thing that had him. As he managed a hold of it, he was startled by its cold, slick, barbed texture, which cut into his fingers and hands. He gave a yelp to the pain. Running his hand along the tubular body of the creature, he guessed it was six inches in diameter. Its a snake he thought, as he tried following its body to its head. But it was too far for him to reach. All he could feel was its long body that went further on, as it continued wrapping itself up around his knees. It wants to strangle me he panicked, when he reached for his fountainpen in his jacket. He took it firmly in his hand as he began stabbing the serpent, again and again with repeated hard thrusts, penetrating its thick exterior. There was no cry or screech from the creature, only a loud hissing sound, as it began flopping about in the water in a frenzied manner. Ha! he hollered, realizing hed injured it. Instantly, he felt the serpent release its hold on his legs. It slithered away through the pool and was gone. You bastard! he yelled.

He reached into his jacket and returned his fountain-pen with renewed admiration for it continuing on toward the air current. He hoped the serpent was gone for good, and that hed have safe passage now. Quietly, in a restful way, he cautiously went on. When in surprise he snapped his head up. He stood upright and was startled by a pair of eyes that looked directly at him. A moment ago they werent there, but now they were only a few yards away, watching him. He stopped in his tracks and stared at them, seeing that they didnt move and only occasionally blinked. They gave off a deep, yellowish glow in the chambers midnight darkness. However, the glows scarce light didnt permit him to see the creature, and only its eyes were visible to him. They were murky in the center with a yellowish amber glow circling, which swirled slowly but steadily. Not knowing what to do, he considered hed confront it if he continued. It could be dangerous he thought for not knowing what it was, or what harm it could do to him. If he turned to go back he considered, he might lose his chance to get to the source of the air current and his chance at escape. What do I do? he hastily pondered, as he stood still, listening over the beating of his heart. But despite his effort he heard nothing; the creature made no sound. There was nothing to give any indication of what this thing was, or what it might do to him, just the emptiness of the grot. He decided to veer away from the creature as he slowly started walking again. Ill go wide around it he reasoned, as he began walking to his right and then forward, in a diagonal direction to what he was moving earlier. This was all guesswork as he couldnt see where he was going. The only thing giving him direction in the completely unlit place was the current of air, which he occasionally lost depending on his position. Nevertheless, determined, he attentively continued forward and saw he was moving away from the mysterious eyes. They were now further away from him than earlier. Good, good he told himself, when suddenly another set of eyes snapped open in front of him, only a couple of feet away. He screamed as he jumped back and stumbled, trying to stay on his feet. They were the same yellowish glowing eyes as the first creature, only these were so close he thought could touch them. His scream put the first creature in motion as its eyes began moving upward. But there was no splashing for its movement, as if it was moving through the air. In total fear he threw his arm out in a wide sweep, striking the creature in front of him. In retaliation it clamped into his arm with a fierce bite. He cried out as the piercing teeth tore through his jacket, shirt, and skin, when he tried pulling his arm away. But the motion only made the pain worse, as his flesh tore for his every movement. Shocked by the attack, his body wanted to fall to the ground, but the tight grip of the creature wouldnt let it. The powerful bite, which was sunk firmly into him, began lifting him off his feet.

He hung suspended only inches from the ground, when amid the horror he heard a heavy whooshing noise. It sounded like large flapping wings that kept the creature in the air. He yelped and called, Help! Help! when he heard the approaching sound of something moving through the air. As he hung helpless he guessed it was the sound of another pair of flapping wings. The sound was that of an enormous amount of air being displaced, and it was moving toward him. A low toned whoo-oo-oo-sh, whoo-oo-oo-sh was heard as it got closer. The creature holding him began shaking its bite on his arm, as if trying to tear away a piece of him. He screamed and reached for it with his other hand, but couldnt touch it as it was above him, suspended in its flight. His body all the while shook and dangled below, helpless to get free. Then unexpectedly the sound of the approaching creature stopped. He turned his head away from its sound not knowing where it was, when he felt a violent puncture in his back. The talons of the flying beast had their slicing claws firmly in his back, as he screamed in pain. The next thing he felt was the strong bite of razor-sharp teeth on his neck, the sensation of his blood jetting out, horrifying him. Please kill me and end this he conceded, as both creatures began furiously flapping their wings on him. He closed his eyes tightly, covering his face with his free arm and burying his head down into his chest. Both of the winged animals continuing to smother him, and gnaw at his body. A bright blast of white light then flashed in front of him. It was a thundering, forceful sound. As it did he felt his limbs tear from his body, and he was thrown back from the blast into a shadowy passage. Suspended in the mysterious traverse, he floated slowly when he saw his torn limbs drifting near him. But he felt no pain from it and looked at them, puzzled as to why they followed him. Then, as quick as the blast happened, he felt a surge within him pull his limbs back into his torso; the sound, a grossly slapping as they slammed back into their joints. An instant later he was slung out of the passage with lightening speed. After an intense moment of excruciating pain and then instant calm, he opened his eyes to see he was no longer in the putrid prison. He was in some other place. The alarm clock on his mobile phone began ringing it was five a.m.. He woke up laying on the street in a puddle of water in the projects. It was the dirtiest and most unsafe part of the city, and where Billy and his mother lived.
Feeling dazed, he stood up not sure where he was, his suit soaked from the urine stained puddle he was in. Where am I? he wondered as he looked around. The street was silent without a person in sight as he began walking hoping to find someone that could tell him where he was. He saw a man step out of a broken-down building, and stopped to look at him. As he did he noticed another person, a woman, who stepped out of another doorway not far from the man. Hey, you there, he called out to them. But they gave no answer; they stood where they were, silent. He then saw another person, and yet another, all of them stepping out of doorways in the old worn-down buildings. Where is this place? he called out to them, but again, no answer. He began feeling uneasy, it

wasnt normal that none of these people would answer him, or say nothing at all. All they did was stand fixed while watching him. The suns light was fading as it began its rapid descent to the horizon, as dusk settled in. Shortly after the days light was entirely gone. He began walking in the shadows of the evening to get away from the zombielike people as more and more of them came out of the nearby buildings. Some of them moving toward the street and stepping down from the curb. Whats going on? he questioned, as he picked up his pace. As he walked he saw one, two, then four, and finally six men and women, all of them coming to stand in his path. He stopped and turned around to see other people had come onto the street behind him, and were walking toward him. The mob of nonliving people was closing in on him. They didnt say a word, they didnt utter a sound, they just walked closer to surround him on the street. None of them had an expression on their face other than an empty look, which stared directly at him. In a panic he charged forward to push his way out of the group. But he only bounced off one of the men who stepped in front of him. The man was abnormally solid he thought; a heavy mass that was very dense to the touch. Hes not human Drake fretted. In frightful realization, he got up from the ground and charged again. However, another man stepped in front of him, grabbing him by the head. His grip was powerful and his strength overbearing, as he threw Drake to the ground like a toy. The puppet of this surreal reality had to get out of there, but he had no way out. Sitting on the ground, hastily thinking in his broken concentration, he tried to figure a way out. But it wasnt going to help, as there wasnt an escape for him. In complete surprise he screamed at the feel of something that beat into his face. It was the boot of one of the men which came crashing into him, crushing his cheekbone with its solid, steel toe. Now laying on the ground from the kick, he reached for his face that was burning with pain the group moving even closer around him, staring at him. He scrambled in a panic to get up, except before he could, another man landed a shattering punch to his head. It landed direct center on his forehead, coming straight on with maximum force in the impact. The blow knocked him back again, when the people standing behind him caught him in their arms. For a brief moment he thought he might be getting their help. Thank God... Laying in their arms, hurt and bleeding, he paused to see what theyd do with him. However, his hope was broken by a shattering kick to the side of his knee. It was from a woman who violently thrust her foot into him, breaking his knee severely. He screamed for the pain when a man reached around him and took him in a chokehold, pulling him up to his feet. The motion strangled him in the process as he gasped for air to the tight grip. He reached desperately for the man behind him, and managed to grasp his head. Using his fingers as weapons, he gouged his attackers eyes but the man had little reaction even though Drake could feel his blood dribbling over his own hands. With unfaltering tenacity the man continued crushing his throat with his unnatural strength. Drake lost his grip on the mans head as his strength and energy were dwindling and while still tight in the grip of the strangle hold, he gasped, bled, and hobbled, when his agony was distracted. It was the voice of a young boy further down the street; the sound of it silencing the commotion of the struggle. These are the people you cheated, the boy said, his voice carrying over the eerie neighborhood. Drake tried hard to listen, thinking it might offer a chance for a way out, but the boy was nowhere to be seen. And Im Billy, the young voice added. Hearing this, he wanted to say something to the boy. He wanted to say he was sorry and explain himself for his actions, which caused such misery for Billy. Hed do whatever it took to get away from the mob that was about to kill him. But he couldnt for the strangle hold that sill choked him, the man showing no indication of letting up.

Then with a swift stab a woman plunged a syringe hard into his neck. It caught a vein that was bulging for his being choked. He gave a groan to the violent puncture, when she swiftly plunged down on the syringe. It gave him a fast and full injection of the heroin in it. His movement became subdued, before he was completely still as the drug flowed through him. Only moments later his head began shaking and he went into convulsions. He shook so uncontrollably the man holding him had difficulty restraining him his body bolting, and jerking violently. Gurgling sounds and choked gasps came from him as he shook, when immediately he stopped shaking. His head dropped down and his eyes rolled back into his head; he was lifeless. Hanging in a limp mass in the arms of the man choking him, he began foaming at the mouth; white froth slowly streaming down his chin. The man let go and he dropped hard to the ground. As he did his knee twisted under him, breaking, and becoming grossly misaligned to his leg. He felt the last pump of his heart try to push his blood through him. As it did, his sight slowly faded and he would soon be gone. On the verge of death, the last traces of light he could see changed to darkness. He felt himself being lifted from the ground, and whisked off to another place. Swiftly, he moved along what seemed to be a corridor, the feel of the air passing on his face. He slowed down to a gentle, floating movement and felt completely tranquil. Am i dead? he thought. However, his moment of peace was shattered when, in a violent explosion, he was thrust out and away. The force strong, sending him hurling. He opened his eyes to see Ebeos silhouette standing in front of him. The powerful gargoyle held him up straight, and with one mighty motion of his hand pinned him against the wall; his hand firmly on Drakes throat. He was back in the dungeonous hollow. The creatures eyes were glowing emerald green as they stared at him when Ebeo let go, dropping him into the pool. In a quick motion he bent down and took Drakes foot, before raising him out of the pool upside down. Dangling in the air, Drakes head dragged through the liquid and its pussy dregs. He gasped and coughed for the disgusting mouthful he took in. Ebeo then began laughing his deep, sinister laugh as he towered over him. His voice became louder as it echoed off the walls of the chamber, growing in volume each time he exhaled. He then tossed Drake aside and into the pool, before jumping upward in a mighty pounce and was gone. Now do you remember Billy? the man said. What do you want from me!? Drake yelled upward, into the emptiness. Do you remember Kate? Kate Goodall? He became still. He did remember Kate Goodall and how hed killed her to keep her silent. His head then began hurting for a sharp pain at his left temple. The pain was getting stronger and he knew hed have to answer the man, or suffer an excruciating affliction. He held his head with his hands and stumbled forward, when the pain became so fierce he began experiencing vertigo. Awkwardly, he lunged forward in one direction, and then another, as he tried keeping his balance. But to his surprise, amid his pain and ailment, he felt the current of air again. What!? With his hands pressing his head and straining to its aching, he tried focusing on the air current. As it hit his face he knew he could determine where it was coming from. But for his dizziness, he couldnt concentrate like was necessary. He knew the man awaited his response, and answered in the hope the pain would stop. Yes! I remember he called out, and as he spoke the words he heard something run through the water. He twirled around to look behind himself toward the sound, not realizing the pain had stopped with his reply. Pausing to listen, he heard the sound getting closer when he reached his hand into the air, moving it slightly. He needed to find the air current again. In one sweeping motion after another, he waved his arm as the running sound in the water was getting closer. Then finally, to his desperate relief, he felt the air again blowing on his hand. Thats it! he said, as he quickly began running in the direction of the current and

away from the splashing that was almost upon him. He gave a fearful call to whatever was only feet behind him, as he tried to distance himself from it. Keep going, just keep going he thought, as he tried keeping his balance in the thick pool. He felt that he lost the air current and swerved in his run to get back I line with it. The feel of it blowing on his face was gone. Harder and harder he tried to run, before his footing became so awkward in the sludge he fell on his face. In an arms out sprawl he went down into the pool. With a loud groan to the disgust he snapped his head to look behind himself. The splashing sound was still following him, and he scrambled to his feet to continue. The movement in the water was again almost on him, when he found the current of air. It felt stronger he thought. I must be getting close he hoped. His anticipation was now desperate. The thought of the source of the air current leading to a way out was all he could think of. Once again he picked up his pace and began running, full-out this time as best he could. He felt exhausted when he felt the air blowing strongly on his body so strongly he was certain its source was just nearby. But for the darkness he couldnt know exactly where, and he stopped to catch his breath. Panting heavily and with his clothes dripping, he stood bent over with his hands on his knees. He caught his breath and realized the splash of the running had stopped. Where did it go? But before he could relax to the thought that it was gone, he heard one, and then two distinct footsteps in the water. However, there was no longer the sound of running. He wondered what happened to whatever was splashing behind him, and why it stopped and if it was the same thing taking heavy steps now. Being so close to the airs source, he dismissed it and pressed on. With one careful step forward and then another, he kept his hands in front of himself to feel the air. It was now a denser stream than it was earlier, indicating he was near the source. In relief he stood and rested, knowing he was near and possibly with a way out. He moved his hands about, feeling for the size of the current. It spread nearly two feet wide and spanned upward almost four feet he guessed, as he ran his hands across it. He wondered what created such a large jet of air with so much pressure and hoped to find a break in the wall of the grot not far away. If the break was big enough, he might be able to get through it and out of the cavern he planned. He was still nervous about the heavy steps he heard earlier, but anxiously stepped directly into the current. It blew his hair back and made his jacket and tie flap in the air. He stepped closer and reached out with the care of a blind person certain hed feel a wall, or solid surface, just past his reach. Then suddenly he was alarmed again by the splashing of footsteps. With a fast jerk of his head he looked behind himself, but there was nothing. He froze with fear at the sound of something moving through the air. When to his dread and surprise something landed on him. A claws razor-sharp slash cut across his face, making him stagger back. At the same time the creature began biting his nose as it made a hyena-like sound, which shrieked through the hollow. The creature furiously slashed and bit him, and in a terrified, frantic reaction he stumbled backward trying to get away. As he did, he stepped off a ledge that hid in the darkness, and began falling. But the creature stayed with him and kept on with its ravaging. Plummeting weightlessly in the shadowy void, he had the unnatural feeling one has as they fall through the air nothing to grab onto, and nothing to help steady his balance. He twirled and rotated helplessly in the air as the creature hovered close by, picking at his face. Let this be the end of it he conceded, as he felt his consciousness being striped from his body. It was taken out of him to be carried away to another place. Off in another direction his spirit was diverted with no sense of mass. It was energy and consciousness as it travelled effortlessly, when instantly, it stopped.

Chapter 3 Kates deadly investment ...

Part 3 TREVOR Chapter 1 Remember Jake Dooley?

The crowd in the station had thinned out and was now building up again. A man came out of the bathroom to see the hall was filling, as he peered across the large area. Every seat was taken. It was then he noticed the diner table just near him. He looked at the people standing not far from him, wondering why they hadnt taken the seat. Oh well he thought, as he walked up to the table with the man at it. Can I have this seat? he said. The man nodded silently, indicating the chair was free for his taking. Thanks he said, as he sat down. His name was Trevor and he was on his way to work in the city. He worked in a large company where he handled data and processed transactions. It wasnt the most interesting work, but it paid his bills. His passion was driving his car which was a sixty-seven Mustang, and he took every opportunity to go touring with it. As the organizer of a local Mustang driving group, he regularly organized tours for its members. In his late twenties he was in good shape and brought with him a friendly demeanor, which people instantly took a liking to. Have you had any new members in the driving club lately? the man asked, as he sat across the table. Whats that you say? Jake Dooley. Does that ring a bell? Jake Dooley? Trevor deliberated. He knew the name, but was baffled at how this man could know it. Did you say, Jake Dooley? Yes, Jake Dooley, or Jakey, which is what his friends called him. Why are you telling me this? Should I know this person? he asked innocently, with his apprehension starting to show. As he looked across the table at the strange man, he began feeling a sharp pain in his head, at his right temple. He felt a strange feeling come over him, and realized he couldnt get up and leave like he wanted to. Then raising his hand to his head, he pressed on his temple for the shooting pain. It only gets worse, the man said. What is this? Who is this guy? he scrutinized, as he began panting heavily and winced to the pain. He guessed the man wanted him to acknowledge that he knew Jake, so he replied assuredly, trying to show his self confidence. Jake, yeah I knew him. What about it? By then the pain in his head was overwhelming, and he bowed his head down while holding it with his hands. Did you notice the gargoyle? the man asked, indifferent to his condition. He looked up at Ebeo who was perched above the clock, and saw an image of him move to separate itself from the statue. What the hells going on? he wanted to shout, but couldnt. With a watchful eye he saw the creature bolt out of his perch and into the air. In a flash the image descend upon him when he felt a strange sensation, as if Ebeo entered his body. Uncontrollable feelings of power and monstrous aggression began raging through him when he saw the veins in his arms beginning to bulge. His mind started twitching as if the signals to his brain were interrupted and altered; one moment he had violent, primitive feelings, and the next he was thinking pure thoughts of epiphany. It all became confused and chaotic when his mind began swirling like a cyclone. A moment later, he completely shut down. He slowly opened his eyes and saw he was no longer in the stations entrance hall, but in the cavernous cesspool. It was completely dark and dank as he stood in the sludgy pool, which covered his feet up to his

shins. Where am I? What is this place? he called out, when he heard Ebeos wicked, deep laugh coming from somewhere above. Just then the stations clock sounded its gong, which echoed solely through the eerie cavern. I must still be in the station he deduced, but didnt know for sure. As the clocks gong faded into the distance of the silence, he saw a beautiful vision of it before him. Its elaborate workmanship of carved faces and creatures mesmerized him momentarily. What the hell is this? he said in surprise to the mirage of fantasy. Its just an image he thought, when he heard one, two, and finally three splashes in the water. They were followed by animal-like sounds that seemed to correspond to the creatures carved in the clock. Only the sounds werent a mirage, and were actually coming from within the hollow. Different screeches, howls, hisses and calls, were at the same time bellowing for each creature in the clock. He stood motionless and listened to what was a choir of monstrous sounds The splashing of earlier then continued, as the sounds moved closer in the unlit space around him. He heard the high pitch laughing of a creature that resembled a hyena, the slithery hiss of a snake, and the grunt and heavy clop of a four-legged creature. In a panicked reaction, he hollered Holy shit! These things are for real, and hurriedly stepped backward, away from the sounds. He waved his arms in the air, feeling for anything near him, before lowering himself to a squat. Although he couldnt see a thing in the darkness, he thought it safer to stay close to the ground. When just then something in the pool brushed past his foot. With his head facing down toward whatever had touched him, something sprang up from the liquid and bit him in the face. It sank its thin, sharp fangs deeply into his cheek. He screamed madly as he grabbed the creature that he now knew was a snake, and tried pulling it away only making his pain worse. However, it was a feeble attempt as the barbed fangs prevented them from coming out without tearing his wound. He staggered as he moved backward and screamed, squeezing the serpents head firmly. With a closed fist on the slippery head, he clenched as hard as he could and felt the snakes bite loosen. But his victory was short lived when he felt another bite on the other side of his face. Another one! As he grabbed the snakes body he followed it with his hands, realizing it was the same snake biting him twice and that the snake had a head on both ends of its body. What creature is this!? he panicked. He had a hand on both of the serpents heads as he tried squashing them. But their bites were too far into him. Blood ran down his face as he began feeling light headed and faint, when to his horrified surprise his situation got worse. A snarling four-legged creature was approaching him in a hard gallop through the pool; the sound of its four hooves becoming clear as it got closer. Then instantly they stopped. Where did it go? he fretted, when without expecting it the creature landed hard on his chest, forcing him to the ground. He hit his head with a thud despite the pool, and blacked out.

Chapter 2 Fast cars ...