Post by Dr. Robert Peterson on Aug 4, 2009 15:43:56 GMT
Dr. Roberts went to bed hoping that this would be a knight when the Dream World would be kind. He was always hopeful. Each time his head lay on his pillow he wished his dreams could be as gentle and soothing as the feathers that supported him. Each time he was disappointed as another demon managed to send him in frightful terror on another stressful adventure.
Travis O’Mannin, his dream form, stood gazing out the living room window of the home his parents owned in Detroit Michigan. He was as usual a fifteen year old kid and for the moment wearing grungy old blue jeans and a faded red t-shirt bearing the image of Fred Munster. The image was more than dilapidated. One could almost think it was a large grease stain though it was at least clean. Back in 1982 the preppy look was in and the lad’s less than crisp appearance earned him the criticism and sneers of his classmates. At present he was not at school though compared to the narrow ties, crisp white shirts and argyle socks of his classmates he was a waling mess.
Behind him he could hear the voice of his mother giving him the works for even wanting to leave, “after all I’ve done for you ungrateful…”
The lad gritted his teeth and tried to drown out the relentless insults that spewed from his mother even within the Dream World. Than he heard the lock click of the door that led to the garage. He turned around hoping to see catch a glimpse of who, or what, might be interring. Standing in the kitchen was the hideous being he only know as Gruckes. She, or at least he thought the daemon was female, liked her lips as she gazed on the lad. The being was dressed in a flowing blood red gown with black buttons that ran in two rows down the front. Her teeth were the color of manila paper and skin a pale imitation of flesh. Guckes brushed back her hair with a hand bearing fingernails that resembled talons as he licked her blood red lips.
“What,” she mocked giving up the mimicked voice of Carol his mother for her own, “you were expecting someone else?”
Just to the daemons left the door opened and in walked another of her kind. Travis knew this face far too well he knew what was coming. The man wore a tailored tuxedo with a myriad of tears in the black fabric. His bow tie dripped of some red substance Travis had long ago labeled as blood. His face had large brown blotches that resembled bruises and what brown hair he possessed was matted to his scalp or sticking straight up in the oddest of directions.
“Well looks whose here,” the daemon said with a sarcastic laugh, “we thought you didn’t like it here anymore, you were gone for such a long time.”
“Trebin,” the lad uttered with a gasp.
He had not seen the pair since he was a student himself and the moment he saw them the old fears leaped to the surface once again. He headed to the coat closet not ten steps from him only to open it to find another daemon waiting for him just inside.
“Not this time looser,” the pale skinned apparition said through an annoying smile.
This time Travis bolted through the unopened door and across the freshly mowed grass of the front yard. He had mowed it of course, if this was the waking world and he was truly at his old home. He could see his neighbors by level home and he ran towards it knowing the duo of torment were hot on his trail. The lad didn’t even knock preferring instead to use run straight through the wall next to the front door. He glanced behind him and he could see all three of his pursuers only steps behind. In panic he grasped the knob of the near by coat closet and leaped inward using it as a portal to who knew where.
As he leaped he could hear the muffled voices of the trio as the pounded on the window from outside the home, “you won’t get away through there,” Gruckes yelled as she cackled.
Travis was beginning to breath heavily from his exertion. The blackness that formed every time he used a closet portal vanished and he could see just where he had been taken. To his amazement he was inside what he instantly assumed was a castle. With high ceilings and wall of white marble his first thought was that he had finally made it ‘home’, to the realm he was from but that idea was suddenly shattered as the sound of metal boots clanking against the smooth stone floor.
“Get him,” he heard a gruff voice as he turned to find four men in armor with drawn swords bounding towards him. Quickly he rand down the corridor and phased through a wall hoping he would be safe on the opposite side. This was not to be as he found himself in a full eating hall and its occupants all in an uproar at his arrival. Quickly he ran towards another wall and found himself back in a hall than he ran through the adjacent wall. As he came through he realized he was now falling towards the ground at an alarming speed. He had stepped through the outer wall and was headed straight down several hundred feet. The lad screamed in his panic even though he remembered he could fly and stretched out his arms in the hope that the momentum would follow through into a miraculous get away. This was not to be. He merely seemed to float there no matter how hard he tried to press himself forward. The guards on the top of the wall began to laugh, pointing as they did at the boy who now hung between heaven and earth. It was than he realized that he was wearing the robe.
“Oh shit,” he said as he realized he was now the boy wizard once again, “now what!”
Travis O’Mannin, his dream form, stood gazing out the living room window of the home his parents owned in Detroit Michigan. He was as usual a fifteen year old kid and for the moment wearing grungy old blue jeans and a faded red t-shirt bearing the image of Fred Munster. The image was more than dilapidated. One could almost think it was a large grease stain though it was at least clean. Back in 1982 the preppy look was in and the lad’s less than crisp appearance earned him the criticism and sneers of his classmates. At present he was not at school though compared to the narrow ties, crisp white shirts and argyle socks of his classmates he was a waling mess.
Behind him he could hear the voice of his mother giving him the works for even wanting to leave, “after all I’ve done for you ungrateful…”
The lad gritted his teeth and tried to drown out the relentless insults that spewed from his mother even within the Dream World. Than he heard the lock click of the door that led to the garage. He turned around hoping to see catch a glimpse of who, or what, might be interring. Standing in the kitchen was the hideous being he only know as Gruckes. She, or at least he thought the daemon was female, liked her lips as she gazed on the lad. The being was dressed in a flowing blood red gown with black buttons that ran in two rows down the front. Her teeth were the color of manila paper and skin a pale imitation of flesh. Guckes brushed back her hair with a hand bearing fingernails that resembled talons as he licked her blood red lips.
“What,” she mocked giving up the mimicked voice of Carol his mother for her own, “you were expecting someone else?”
Just to the daemons left the door opened and in walked another of her kind. Travis knew this face far too well he knew what was coming. The man wore a tailored tuxedo with a myriad of tears in the black fabric. His bow tie dripped of some red substance Travis had long ago labeled as blood. His face had large brown blotches that resembled bruises and what brown hair he possessed was matted to his scalp or sticking straight up in the oddest of directions.
“Well looks whose here,” the daemon said with a sarcastic laugh, “we thought you didn’t like it here anymore, you were gone for such a long time.”
“Trebin,” the lad uttered with a gasp.
He had not seen the pair since he was a student himself and the moment he saw them the old fears leaped to the surface once again. He headed to the coat closet not ten steps from him only to open it to find another daemon waiting for him just inside.
“Not this time looser,” the pale skinned apparition said through an annoying smile.
This time Travis bolted through the unopened door and across the freshly mowed grass of the front yard. He had mowed it of course, if this was the waking world and he was truly at his old home. He could see his neighbors by level home and he ran towards it knowing the duo of torment were hot on his trail. The lad didn’t even knock preferring instead to use run straight through the wall next to the front door. He glanced behind him and he could see all three of his pursuers only steps behind. In panic he grasped the knob of the near by coat closet and leaped inward using it as a portal to who knew where.
As he leaped he could hear the muffled voices of the trio as the pounded on the window from outside the home, “you won’t get away through there,” Gruckes yelled as she cackled.
Travis was beginning to breath heavily from his exertion. The blackness that formed every time he used a closet portal vanished and he could see just where he had been taken. To his amazement he was inside what he instantly assumed was a castle. With high ceilings and wall of white marble his first thought was that he had finally made it ‘home’, to the realm he was from but that idea was suddenly shattered as the sound of metal boots clanking against the smooth stone floor.
“Get him,” he heard a gruff voice as he turned to find four men in armor with drawn swords bounding towards him. Quickly he rand down the corridor and phased through a wall hoping he would be safe on the opposite side. This was not to be as he found himself in a full eating hall and its occupants all in an uproar at his arrival. Quickly he ran towards another wall and found himself back in a hall than he ran through the adjacent wall. As he came through he realized he was now falling towards the ground at an alarming speed. He had stepped through the outer wall and was headed straight down several hundred feet. The lad screamed in his panic even though he remembered he could fly and stretched out his arms in the hope that the momentum would follow through into a miraculous get away. This was not to be. He merely seemed to float there no matter how hard he tried to press himself forward. The guards on the top of the wall began to laugh, pointing as they did at the boy who now hung between heaven and earth. It was than he realized that he was wearing the robe.
“Oh shit,” he said as he realized he was now the boy wizard once again, “now what!”
