Chapter 2: Eat Me!

Chapter 2: Eat Me! 

Serge took off and proceeded to find another party. It was a  cold spring day, so he wound up in a hallway in a nearby building to warm up. Inside the hallway, he runs into  a Metalhead who is totally burnt out of his face. He was wearing a vest made from a denim cut off jacket over a leather biker jacket and ripped jeans that were frayed horizontally across the knees. Serge says, “You okay, dude?” 

The Metalhead replies, “Um radsz blahsh wrdenz blue.” 

Serge gives him a double take and said, “What?” When the Metalhead didn’t answer, Serge added, “What is your name?” 

“Lee, but you can call me Drugs. I’m a Dealer.” (Serge didn’t know the Dealers were a party crew, a gang that hangs out and parties). 

Serge says, “I’m not buying.” Then Lee, the Metalhead, in a drunken slur, explained to Serge that that was the name of his crew and that they partied. Serge told him,  “Here, hold up the wall”, as he stood him up 

Drugs asks Serge, “You got a butt?” 

Serge says, “Yeah.” as he pulls a pack out of his pocket. Just then, another Dealer walks  into the hallway. His name was Termite. He was a tall, lanky, curly haired Irishman. He looks at Serge, then at Drugs and says, “Holy s**t! Hey dude, you got another cigarette?” Serge says sure and hands him one. When he goes to light Drugs’ cigarette, he finds that Drugs is on the floor again, with the cigarette hanging out of his mouth.  Termite pulls the cigarette out of Lee’s mouth, puts it behind his ear, and suggested to take Lee to the Fort. So, they picked him up and carried him into the woods (behind the cemetery) up a hill and into an underground clubhouse some kids had built. We laid him down on a beat up old couch and Drugs, being passed out, didn’t even notice as he withered away in a heavy intoxicated slumber. Serge said, “You think we should keep an eye on him?” 

Termite said, “Nah, he’ll be all right... dude, he’s used to it.” So they crept out of the Fort and proceed on what would be an almost fatal party for Serge. It was now 11:45 p.m. Serge’s inebriated state was starting to dissipate.  

Serge murmured to Termite, “Man, I need to get wasted.” Termite chuckled and pointed to an orange glow that  came from behind a few trees in the distance. 

“Looks like somebody’s hanging out. Maybe your wish will come true.” They started walking towards the glow and heard the far way sounds of Metal music. When they reached the spot, they saw an array of Metalheads dancing Indian like rituals around a fire as they listened to some Iron Maiden. They approached and suddenly the music stopped. The mob stood there staring at them as if they were going to attack them. The largest Metal Monger approached them abruptly, shaking what seemed to be a can of Bud.  

With his giant hand, he grabbed Serge’s face and barked, “Shotgun!” With his eyetooth, he punctured a hole on the side of the can, pressing a finger over the hole so it wouldn’t leak. He said, “Open your trap!” He placed the side of the can with the hole over Serge’s mouth and pulled back  the tab. Out came a jet stream of beer that shot right down Serge’s throat. Serge downed the rest of the beer in less than ten seconds. Then he let out a huge burp. 

“Ooooo-eeeeee! That was great!” Serge yelled, teary eyed. Everyone cheered and went back to heavy partying. That night, he did three hits of Mesc, smoked bones of coke and weed, drank from various bottles of liquor and consumed large quantities of black beauties and beer. Serge passed out and hit his head on a rock, splitting his head wide open. They wrapped his head in a  bandana, carried him out to the outside and called for an ambulance. After a few intense moments, the ambulance came. He was taken to a nearby hospital emergency room. He got his stomach pumped, his head sewn, and spent the rest of the night in Intensive Care. The poor teenage boy was in a coma and the doctors told his mom that he might not make it through the night. 

 

 

Back in the Arganian Forest 4th Sector, all the land was in mourning. All over the place, people had banners of black and purple, symbolizing TMR’s family. The High Priests were troubled, for they could not find the correct cure for TMR’s ailing condition. Suddenly, TMR yelled, “Noooooooo!” He sat upright and everyone gasped. The Elder 69 walked up to him. He was an old, old, Mutant with long, white hair and a beard just as long, sort of like a wizard, and he had a staff that would aid him in walking. 

The Elder 69 said in his own language, “You are well, TMR 714.” 

Serge yelled, “I'm getting the f**k out of here!” He got up and ran. As he passed a mirror like structure, he saw his reflection and saw that it was TMR staring back at him. Frozen, he stood speechless.. The Elder then touched the back of his shoulder and made Serge feel as if he could trust him. He led them outside of the building and Serge, feeling strange in TMR’s body, was amazed at the sights he saw. The Arganian Forest 4th Sector is  a very obscure and wooded forest. There are towns, villages and large cities within it. The people are creatures of harmonious aptitude and live close to what we would call in our modern day ‘religious society’ intermixed with a Dark Age fashion. The people are products of flesh and electricity- more powerful than we humans. Arganians don’t live alone. It is not unusual to see Slikes or Moozoos; interdimensional travelers that frequent the Arganian Forest. Intermixes of species in marraiges are popular. A Justro can mate with a Coquiyah even though they are unrelated in size and shape. The result of two different peoples is a Mutant. Usually for males, who are princes, it is a custom for the name to be ‘Mutated’- for example, The Mutated Rivethead 714. The princess of the Zerep people wedded the prince of the Zurcnonez people. The Zereps are pink in color and the females are usually bigger than the male Zurcnonez. She has a hump on one shoulder and her head is huge, compared to her body that stood on six legs. The Zurcnonez are two legged bluish black and stout shaped people. The result was a bluish, black haired Mutant that was seven and one quarter foot tall. 

His ears are pointy and his skin is a light bluish gray. His pupils are black with purple crosses. He is extremely handsome and donning a hero type physique. He carries a sword that has the number of his last name engraved on it and a shield that carries an emblem divided into four sectors: the sun over mountains on one square, next to this is a cross, below the cross was a mended heart and the last square was a flame. The shield was trimmed like the bricks on the album ‘Pink Floyd The Wall’. (Buy it, it’s a good album!) He was the prince of a new kind of people that were going to rule the Arganian Forest 4th Sector. Strange creatures were crawling around on the floor. Flying demonic nymphs were spotted against a multicolored sky. Modern structures combined with medieval ones. Abstract looking plants, seeming to have motion, and the most beautiful music you ever heard, coming from all over the place. There were traders with all sorts of goods Serge had never seen before. Half caste, abnormal looking people (if you wanna call them that) were coming up to them like peasants worshipping to a hierarchy as they walked by. 

The Elder 69 was looking at Serge with a reassuring smirk. The Elder led him to a church like building made up in turquoise and white with an orange glow that emitted from the inside. They walked in and there were clerics practicing mental powers. Some were performing telekinesis, telepathy, as though they were in grammar school. The Elder 69 then sat Serge down on a beautiful throne inlaid with jewels that a woman in our dimension would kill for. He pulled out a ring and placed it on Serge’s forefinger. The ring was encrusted with LED’s. Serge felt weak and dizzy for about three seconds. The Elder then spoke. “You can understand me now.” 

Serge says, “You speak English.” 

The Elder 69 replied, “Old English, Middle, a dialect, pure.” 

“Then how-” 

“I’ll explain.” The Elder interrupts as if reading Serge’s mind. He picks up a slab of Plexi glass like material with figures of what looked like hieroglyphics. “You see, the matrix on the ring and the nerve in the finger activates a translator circuit inside the brain. The inside of the micro wires interface into the skin and the nerve ending connects with the logic and hearing center of the brain. At that point, a  brain wave from the speech center conducts through a connecting artery made of magnetic material (not found in humans) to the motor functions of the mouth. That is why hearing and talking are achieved subliminally. Enough of this... TMR is a kind of naughty, little boy, but he won’t cause harm. He is the one in whose body you possess.” 

“Little boy!” Serge barks. “He could play for an all star basketball team.” 

“What is basketball?” 

“Forget about it. How am I gonna get back?” Serge insists. 

“Well, that’s easy. See where you are sitting? That’s a travel pod for interdimensional time and space.” He proceeded to explain that the purpose for it is to hold the person’s intelligence inside the dimensional doorway  until their material body was mended. Serge explained to him what happened to him three years ago and The Elder 69 told him that the door was placed where antimatter was taking place. He figured that’s why it was in a cemetery where there are no living people. Then why not on the moon? He had explained that there and here are the same place, except for the space and time. I, unfortunately, was at the wrong place at the wrong time. TMR 714, being adventurous, decided to move around in the 3rd dimension. Little did he know that he and TMR were the same person. The Elder then told him he was going to take Serge back to the 3rd dimension. He then said, “Veteparatas.” (Translation: these incantations were what brought you here.)  

(Serge interrupts the author)  “Wait, I want to describe it” I saw a blinding blue light. I closed my eyes. It felt as you feel when you’re about to faint. Like the weightlessness of a loop de loop roller coaster for that split second. Then a headrush of gold and black kaleidoscope, pins and needles as the blood rushes up into my head. I opened my eyes. Blurry, distorted blobs of color hadn’t seemed to focus yet. I blinked quite a few times to see that I had not reached the other side yet. (I hate when he does that- author) 

The Elder, with a disgusted look, said, “I was afraid of that.” 

“What?” Serge asked. 

“You cannot return. Not yet, at least.” The Elder answered. 

“Why?” Serge wondered while clenching the armrest of the throne. The Elder said the reason why Serge couldn’t return was because his body was in no condition to retain TMR’s psyche. TMR was trapped inside Serge’s body. This made TMR very angry. (Why? You escape from your duties, then you find the body that you took over is useless. Wouldn’t you be pissed off too?) Anyway, Serge was taken back to TMR’s castle. Serge was fed, bathed, and pampered beyond anyone’s wildest dream. His hair was brushed by nude, luscious Mutanic women. It seemed like I was surrounded in a Venusian atmosphere. Serge thought to himself, this must be a dream, my wildest dreams coming true. I was a hero, a super warrior, who is tended to hand and foot. That party I was at before must have put a wallop on me. This apparition must be mixed with the help of the hallucinogens I took that night. But it feels so real. I don’t wanna go back. I’m good here. I love it here. Nothing to worry about. No pollution, no dirty water, everything’s free cause I’m a prince! I laugh at TMR 714, maybe I won’t permit him to come back here. I’m so happy here, all the pleasures I could possibly conceive are here, I made new friends, all my enemies are terrified of me. Hey buddy, (yeah you- the Reader) I got it made in the shade. Little did Serge know what was in store for him. Our brave hero (ha ha) would have to go through Arganian Training courses to keep his massive body intact. His mental powers were to be altered. But that’s ok, Serge’s father was a White Warlock so Serge has the capability of the Occult. The similarities between worlds came as a license with his birth. Let’s see what happens. 

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USA ❤ USA ❤ USA ❤ (FYI: arganian forest 4th sector. A fictional location in a video game (such as Starfield or a similar title). In some gaming contexts, forests or regions are divided into numbered "sectors" or "zones" for gameplay purposes. GENIUS! LIKE FATHER LIKE SON!)

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Did Serge really bust his head open?

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THIS IS GOING GREAT! The White Warlock is one of the most powerful sorcerers on Earth and a member of the True Magicians. He spends much of his time contemplating the magical mysteries of the universe and rarely involves himself in mortal matters.

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My Favorite part? ...ALL.