Holographic-chapter 6 of a colab story...light and darkA Story by Larry Dyson chapter 6 of a colab story...light and dark
Hologram
"I'm not a
stranger if you know my name. Besides, you saved me. That makes us friends now,
right?"
Her
brain spun at the warped logic of that thought. With all her resolve Angeal
spat
back…”just cause you told Me your Name doesn’t
make us friends, and explain the
‘I
saved you part,… again’”. That evil cold stare returned to Axels eyes as he
dropped
the phony friendly smile he had affected to
maybe fool her. Was he influencing her
understanding by his unorthodox appearance ,
by stepping forth from the painting?
Or
was she wise to his tricks and know that he was just a hologram, a projection
of
his real self.
Angeal
wished she were back in her bed and closing her eyes tightly used her own
magic words to see if she might be dreaming.
~!#@$! She said and waited a minute,
then two..now three ..nope she was really here
and really had to deal with this Axel
guy…yes
he was handsome and cute to the max, but he also had that sneaky snake oil
kinda
feel about the rest of him. Giving in to the need to move past either him or
this
situation …she repeated her question again and waited.
He
was showing just the slightest amount of irritation ,or was it agitation with
her
Boldness,
slowly repeating her question out loud.That kind of stall always provoked
Angeal ,and when he replied…”you know what I
mean”…she had enough and opened
her
mouth and let him have it verbally….
Ok
grease-ball….Last time I saw you ...you were fighting a Demon evil thing and
you
had
wings…I think….but you look different some kind of way….maybe it’s the cherry
red
clothes? Looking at him from the side of her eyes...she once again sensed his
evil
spirit,
knowing full well he was up to no good and only appearing to be the image of
the
good angel she had seen fighting the evil one. His image wavered and shimmered
as
if it was difficult to maintain and he revealed himself to be a projection.
Angeal
once again felt queezie in her stomach and began to pass-out , or rather start
to
fall into a deep sleep, As sleep took her in, she swirled and darted about in
the vortex of
her
mindseye.
Seeing
as clearly as in any telescope it all passed as a memory before her, laid
out
in detail only she could relate to and understand.
Now
she knew he was an imposter and one of the 4 demons split off from the first
one, hiding
in the picture and coming forward to steal her
soul, and least he would try to. Angeal
pulled
he
feather from under her waist band and held it ever so close to her eyes…waking
to the
demon
one of four reaching out once again as to take her hand. She said her magic
words and
held
tight to the feather ,and as he reached she saw the real Angels hand reach to
hers and
hold
it out together. Surprisingly the Angel
called her by the name she had heard before
“"harbinger!"
"The omen!" …….”,making her mind to understand what it meant and its
function in the universe. She brought the word
and was the Omen Speaker…along with The
Angel.
The Demon
vanished and Angeal and the Angel began to sing a song of triumph..so sweet and
pure
Even
the stones and grass and plants joined in as well…
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Larry DysonTomball /Magnolia, TXAboutWARNING!!--- my writing approaches Mature most of the time, read with caution if you are concerned ,or so WC thinks? - I'm a retired southern woods walker..who writes and lives modestly..I love n.. more..Writing
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