“What’s up with your friend? “He’s twitching and shit looks all clammy” said Martin. While taking seven oval shaped pills with a hot red bull he found rolling under DJ’s seat, ought to have been the previous owners, fuck it thought Martin and gulped it down, knocked it back with one chug. “He gets hit with visions, smacked by images all the time” shit, just last night he had to find unfamiliar strength to keep himself breathing, “we should both be dead- nevertheless, “it seems what’s considered to be a criminal in a life when the lights are on, “and food is stocked nicely on supermarket shelves, plays in reverse- when living becomes harder to deal with, “or when the lights puff out like candles- “we are just animals fighting for survival. “in another time, “I would of told you unless you want to die, then join us, we loved trouble, “except now kid, “I think if you want to survive said DJ with a convincing severe gape on his face. “Stick with us ‘because the rules have changed Martin” DJ glanced at the young man with wide-eyes through the rearview mirror.
“The world needs people like Quinn and I now, “people that don’t blink-“when looking into the face of death its paradoxical right? “Don’t matter what school you went to, “who you married, if the house ever got the picket fence, if the car was waxed, if the dolphins’ won the super bowl “Ha! “That will never happen.” replied Martin joking at the notion the “Phinz” would ever win a bowl in this world, at least. Frustrated to get off the subject DJ kept quiet. DJ seemed a bit excessively morbid and melancholic right now- and Martin was more of a pacifist. Quinn began to gradually quiver within the hummer, Quinn’s mind was tapping into the streamline connection through a “SHIELD” A set of portals of the intellect and of body called:“Midday Mirrors” the savage-roads were open for business, and every creature, monster, spirit- good or bad, evil sea-beast, deity, lord, wickedness, darkness, and travelers from all timelines were manufacturing their way into our universe, the bowels of ALL the hells from every time-line, every dimension, each side-verse or transverse were protected by ancient orbs placed by celestial beings long prior to Prime-earth1 was even conceived.
We were never meant to know any of this- and at the moment Quinn’s diminishing deep into this “Midday-Mirror” these mirrors were real in physical reality other than they serve as gateways to the savage-roads, as well as coffins do. A method the vampiric elder implemented to crossover between worlds. The gift which Quinn held of Locked-Power gave him the ability to find these mirrors by reaching into his own mind and looking all the way through the eyes of a “Sky-Keeper” The youngster with symbol’s engraved over his powerfully built body. The boy they need to find was here- ‘with Quinn- in the interior of his mentality- with him. The boy’s cryptogram glowed neon plum while he stood rigid and awfully still on the crown of a reddish transparent-see-through brick with a pair of “black orbs” sheltered inside at the opposite end of the midday-mirror. The Boy reached out for Quinn and with an abruptly violent grab, yanked Quinn within the ancient midday-mirrors of mind and reality. All of Quinn’s crimes, the wicked life he’d led and the unsteadily elements of his existence, Fast-Forward-Futures, and Flash-Past-Sites were piercing knife-like and stabbed Quinn’s mind. He started to retain information and remembered everything which had taken place the night before, and when the water snake lady started to lacerate into his dreams. DJ connected to Quinn via his locked-power and felt the hatred and anger within Quinn. Alice in addition, counties her transmission with Quinn- the mysterious Alice knew the uncultivated control of Quinn’s psyche.
The feelings of desolation accompanied by the dread, and depression made Quinn fall deeper into the mirrors dominance, the connection of a midday-mirror will take the traveler anywhere with the proper instructions, it was incredibly effortless to get misplaced inside the streamline connectors’ and the savage-roads can be an unpleasant place for someone gone astray inside of its forbidden obscurity. Waking up in the interior the hummer with “Martin and “DJ, ‘Quinn sits upright, with his eyes replaced by sallow pearls and repeated the same rhyme: “I Die’ you Die, New Blood New Life “Quinn’s descent into the midday-mirror’s portal depths was elongated, and horrifying. Landing on his twin bed at home, through the midday-mirror, “DJ along with “Martin kept a lengthy stare at the snowflakes falling on the side of the interstate; Quinn’s body was motionless in the hummer, his mind filled with energy flowing into the streamline. Quinn understood to a point what occurred. The ability allowed his mind to roam the past, future, or an anti-present. Quinn scanned around the diminutive space; it takes a moment for the images to obtain shape and manifest a form of representation. Quinn noticed the yellow tape from police placed all over his room. Quinn closed his eyes and began to rerun and reply how this all commenced, when the dreams became reality. When “Alexis Cane- and “Azra The water-snake-lady” drifted in like a cold wind from hell.
At the precise moment while Quinn’s essence was inside a “Midday-Mirror” (Midday-Mirrors could only be accessed in the physical reality for ‘sixty two minutes’ once a day, excluding for the 7th day- at the same time- the sun shines the brightest on midday: ten in the am, until one pm- was a perfect and Ideal chance to make arrangements to travel, depending what time zone in the streamline the travelers were coming or going from or what transverses they had arrived from. the time restriction was a hindrance for travelers’ -the portal made contact with earth’s most concealed and top secret orbs discovered by the US government after massive craters appeared in the china seas and Siberia. the mirror connects to the orbs, the orbs to the sun and the doors to a billion different realities unbolt themselves.) at the same time DJ slammed the breaks on the hummer and held his head, throbbing with pain.
He’s receiving transmittable glances of ‘Quinn’s thoughts. Since his body and physical form were inside the hummer, although Quinn’s mind was within the labyrinth of the midday-mirror. Quinn was vulnerable to outside interferences’ and DJ who held the ability of Locked-Power connected to any pulse of energy floating nearby him, or in the eighty feet radius which his ability extended to. DJ connected to Quinn like USB extracting information. First he saw the room, the blood, the stench of poured gasoline flared up his nose. The images of the room rapidly changed for ‘DJ and the connection allowed Daniel Mikael” to distinguish why these supernatural travelers’ sought after Quinn so much further than him. Daniel Mikael’s ability of mind-link worked at random and he’d never get the chance to learn how to control it. Daniel had a gut feeling he’d die before ever really understanding his gift or curse.
In adding to having the ability to track, sense, trace, and hunt down this race of mysterious monsters. “Quinn Mitchell Carter” was a monster himself, DJ’s connection was getting stronger and he had broken through the mind wall barrier. DJ stood on a transparent mirror like street; he could see roots of flesh growing beneath his feet, and then it came- a pale stallion charging toward him the rider of the spirit horse was Quinn, other than his face was different, altered in some way. Quinn had transformed. A rider of the Pale-Horse, a skeleton frame replaced his once human body, his face was the outline structure of a human carcass, and he wore a red-blooded toned trench coat. The rider of the pale stallion wields a chrome-plated sword. DJ can’t break the connection to Quinn’s psyche, and contained by the thought, inside Quinn’s pattern of thinking the mysterious rider swung the sword while the horse stood on its two strong, transparent legs. DJ’s head was detached from the body and the connection was lost.
Back inside the hummer: DJ drove the vehicle as if nothing ever happened; his eyes stung like a forest fire blazed inside of them, Martin the pudgy UFO-investigator of tiny green-men, had been puffing on a joint of golden Kush weed and had described to DJ he had been driving, and sharing the joint with him. “I never blacked-out”? Asked DJ not even realizing at some point he lit a cigarette. “No man, “we’ve been smoking, “just chilling, and driving’ “freaking out over the snow falling and Quinn’s twitching, “I mean is he alright”? “He’s looking weird bro Asked Martin. “He’s fine replied DJ. But nor “DJ or “Quinn felt fine any longer. Something impossible had just happened. A peculiar mind-connection between “Quinn and DJ” had revealed to Daniel: Quinn’s true self. Quinn eyes had returned to normal. Unconscious and sweating bulky drops on the passenger’s seat of the red stolen hummer, Quinn’s essence was now fully inside the “Midday-Mirrors” power. A loud BANG implodes in the interior of Quinn’s brain – AND the wheels kept moving …..
-The Cadillac navigates behind “DJ, and “Quinn producing trails of a red thick substance ejecting from the sliver trimmed exhaust pipe. It took the monster operating the”1983 classic car five hours to bury a victim .the evil organism acting like a human had captured for fun back in a sleepy town in Minnesota. High-energy particles exploded like it always did prior to the Stream-Line Connectors reached one reverse or forward time-line. The alignments of this celestial event allowed for the ripping of time and space to occur. Travelling at light-speed the Cadillac connected to the savage roads a portal between thousands of dimensions the electromagnetic energy discharge was so powerful a disturbance in purgatory had already begun, and the fresh snow followed. -the blackness that was left behind in sun snow, Minnesota also made its way into the new time-line. It wore a man’s clothes but this horrible evil was not a man at all. -
The night Alexis Cane and Azra crept through the darkness and shadows’ and sought after Quinn Mitchell Carter was the night the barriers which protect us from the world beyond the nightmares and the secretive subterranean burial chambers of the dark-heavens began to fracture.
This is when the Nightmares began; initially at the outset they would hit Quinn simply at night and far in between nights. He would dream of another world – of another dimension. Then he began having blackouts for some duration of the daylight hours. It gradually shifted to intense visions of creatures, monsters, not from this world and a planet. Quinn’s mother “Abby Carter” fell ill with the BIG C between the dreams, DJ locked up, the powerful visions, and his mother’s illness “Quinn Mitchell Carter” was looking for an escape. Anything to get him away from the ache, from the despair, and the fear, after taking up coke again, the hard booze, and losing himself in those dreams of fantasy and waking up to ghosts wandering in his room.
Quinn began to have an additional vision- A new one: the scariest one by far. Although to Quinn it felt like a message like someone trying to communicate with you via mind-emails, rather than using an apple I-pad. Like now, in the present time: Quinn was in two places at the same moment in time, His mind trapped in a “Flash-Past-Site” reconstructing the memories of last night’s brutal event. Quinn’s material body was sitting in the hummer with “DJ, and Martin” he was fully conscious except his senses had become super-strong after his fall into the “Midday-Mirror” “Thought, you had gone nuts’ on us my man, freaking and shit you did hit that line pretty fucking hard bro shouldn’t you be talking your ass off ” said Martin. Who was humming the equal identical eerie tune Quinn had been singing just a few moments ago. “Stop it with that song” DJ gave Martin a mean stare. Quinn was alert and coherent however felt something was watching him, and something was: The Cadillac was not far away, riding unhurriedly behind them, and it’s got snow on it, “how the hell, did it get snow on it? Thinks Quinn -snapping in, and out of the memories of the night before. His mentality slipped away. The memories of last night’s horror took Quinn’s mind for a rollercoaster ride remembering the events in his room- re-living the entire night, seeing the boy with the secret code encrypted in his body, all of it through the “Midday-Mirror. In his vision: With a Taurus PT 92 9mm Pistol in his right hand and the bible in the other. Quinn rocked himself back and forth on the bed while the TV turned itself OFF then back ON all by its little old self.
“STOP IT” he screamed at the television. “I know your around, “I know you’re in here, just tell me your name already his attitude resembled a child’s pitch with panic and dread in his tone of voice. Nevertheless in addition curious to know who was this ‘SNAKE WOMEN” she looked Middle Eastern and honestly she looked –DEAD? “My name is Azra” said the overenthusiastic unclothed bare-naked woman with a snake tattoo covering most of her body the tail of the serpent reached downward to her flat ass. She leaked like an unfastened faucet, water dribbled from every hole, her body had. Including the one under her jaw where she’d placed the 44 magnum and ended her life in this reality. Quinn was not afraid; he stood up and walked right up to her. She began to clothe herself, in haste, transforming from the fully nude female to a well dressed, enchanting woman with an extended long black gothic dress complete with deep black lipstick, and dark red shaded boots up to her knees.
Azra and Quinn” both faced’ each other. She gently touched “Quinn’s forehead with her right hand using her left one to rub his cock in a very sensual way. “Who are you? Asked Quinn with concern in his voice, indeed he was mesmerized by AZRA” furthermore very vigilant and his pistol remained loaded with the safety off, although it was clear to ‘Quinn he was interacting with someone or something otherworldly. His mind convinced him: no arsenal on this earth could stop the “water-snake lady” “You feel lost without him don’t you? “Oh Quinn he’s already forgotten you”- it is sad, “I know my poor Quinn, “however, my dear when is the truth anything but a bringer of sadness whispered the snake lady into Quinn’s ear. The aroma of dead roses and gasoline filled up the room with a strange odor. “Why do you lie to me, you see! Already lying to me? “I have known DJ almost all my life “he would never forget me.” snapped back Quinn with a stern voice and a strong reply”. “Oh but he did forget you, “it has not been easy for him inside the cages of man” “He met someone, a special person, a close friend of mine, a seeker of truth”. Replied Azra “I know your seeking it too- an escape from all that is wrong and out of place” a chance to see the reality you belong in.” she placed both hands on his chest now and said: “Let us free you- like we unchained your comrade.
Azra removed her hands from his upper body Quinn walked backward and with a dangerous tone told her to leave. “No, No, No, “fuck that you’re not even real, he laughed at Azra like if she were a comedy skit on “Saturday night live” “Look at you , “Ha you’re a dead fucking bitch “why the fuck would I? “Even listen to a comatose bitch that’s just in my head. He began to pace back- and forth in his room. The polluted perfume of gasoline was getting more intense. “Quinn everything ok baby cakes? Yells out MRS.CARTER “Yes mother” – “You see, get the fuck out of here “before my mother comes in she’s sick ok? “Last thing she needs to see is a dead crazy lady, “flooding my bedroom floor said Quinn. “Still living at home at 31, “still a mommy’s boy “I see, does your sweet dying sack of shit mother know you’re a killer of women, a rapist, and in your head dwells “THE DAMAGED THING” replied Azra.
The smell of Gasoline felt like a FIRE was about to blaze up with accelerating flame and burn down the entire carter house. “How did you know that?-“That’s not possible nobody knows about (DT) not even Daniel “Who are you? Quinn aimed the weapon at Azra’s head. “Things got bad for your friend Quinn, “he was forced to do terrible things to save his own skin. But being too much of a tough guy sometimes can back fire right Quinn? “What the hell are you talking about STOP talking in riddles and just tell me what’s happened to DJ? Asked Quinn with irritation in his voice still aiming the weapon, and ready to blow “the water snake lady” back into hell’s belly. The air felt strange almost as if holes were being ripped into it by an invisible blade.
…And why do I smell gas? “I’m gonna count to three “before I pull this trigger- and give my mother a heart attack, “but you better be dammed sure your already dead, and if you are, “I have no issue in killing you twice- sometimes people, “some people need to die twice to really understand pain remarked Quinn. While he held the pistol and stared into Azra’s white and yellow eyes. Azra gently moved the firearm away from her, only inches away from her head. She softly griped the barrel and pushed it aside “Soon we will have a visitor my love, “my opposite, “he generates heat “while I fill the empty wells of human hearts with my effluent waters. “He is rapidly crossing over “I can smell him, he is a traveler like me, and together “we will change you just like we changed Daniel. “You’re Lying, “DJ is strong, “he would never bow to anyone” “Oh but he already did bow, “he was offered a choice, a choice to never die, “a choice to never age and to survive in the cage of man “he was offered the choice to serve “The Scorcher” “My master, “The one who set me free, -“all I had to do was die to reach him. “We must embrace death to find new life” Said Azra. Quinn Looked dismayed “Oh My God, I can’t believe it, fuck me “I never thought of that. “Kill myself, ‘or have some pig shoot me; maybe hang myself from the apple tree, “just to find some Master- “what did you do Azra? Calling the vision or the ghost by name for the initial time since she’d appeared “Did you double-cross some drug dealers- placing you in some ditch, after they blew a hole in your jaw? Quinn was getting agitated feeling disquieted “Wait let me guess, “you blew your brains from under you with your daddy’s gun, little wealthy girl feeling sad, “video recording herself on YOUTUBE.
“complaining about; “how your whole life was nothing other than bullying, and anguish because your bank account went from a million to five hundred thousand “get the fuck out of here “he aimed the weapon again, and this time the fire he had in his eyes, the look of rage on his face, meant- he intended to poke holes in the “water lady’s” already half decomposed dead body. Azra boomed outward a loud humming growl; she uncloaked a mouthful of teeth shaped like syringes with one long thick Syringe type tooth running down from the top of her black and green gums. With brutal force she rammed Quinn into a corner used both hands gripping his neck and squeezing with ruthless effort. Her nails had grown longer; both her hands were currently losing pieces of flesh. The fleshy tissue punched the bedroom floor, and created a mist and burned the flooring like liquid acidic. Azra’s features morphed therefore strange and evil looking Quinn was convinced she was a monster from the deepest corners of HELL.
Azra’s hair went from a dark black- to a full-blown pitch ruby shade, her face consumed by black veins crisscrossing each other, Azra’s eyes turned into black holes with more than five additional eyes inside these holes, these less significant eyes stimulated rapidly, both her eyes resembled a meteor crater, her mouth had stretched out, her upper lip curled up, her ears grew in width with pointy tips, her forehead unleashed another mouth filled with a row of perfect teeth and the second mouth was capable of speaking “Why are we waiting? Juicy, “Taste, we want to taste- spoke the second mouth. “Enough Azra, “I see your always quick to show your repulsive way of being, “even in death you’re not dead, “your just trapped in that little tormented head of yours” he tapped her forehead where the succeeding oral cavity had uncovered itself. The second mutated mouth tried to take a bite out of the new visitor’s finger not surprising him, “Have you even fed that thing, “they grow on the blood trees of “The lantern lights”-“sometimes they need gallons to fill them up “before they begin to implode from within.” Alexis Said.
His sudden appearance implemented the execution of the plan, there was no doubt in Quinn’s deranged mind the visions he had been having before DJ went into lock up, and the invasion of a powerful being in his brain was no coincidence. He was being warned something was coming and no matter if Quinn liked it or not he was in the middle of it. The man inside the bedroom with “AZRA” and QUINN” was a powerful traveler, a roamer of realms. A seeker of truth, a suicide king, in the reality of this life, in the timeline of this world: he was once known as “Alexis Cane.” A disturbed soul, pathological liar, extremely violent and a homicidal maniac-the perfect choice for “the soul king” the best candidate top-of-the-line recruit- dangerous in life, and notorious in death. Quinn had dropped the pistol on the bedroom floor when Azra violently assaulted him. Quinn’s eyes began to reveal visions of a giant monster with tentacles after seeing “Alexi appear in the room after some sort of portal opened, this rip in the timeline fascinated Quinn. It was a RING of Fire a circle of flames.-ALEXIS CANE’s “savage road” connector resembled a circular fireball and appeared out of nowhere and produced an entrance to our reality. a nine and half feet in height, and sixteen feet wide circle of flames burned so hot and intense around the edges the room temperature ballooned well over 120 degrees and Quinn’s eyes felt like someone had lit a match inside his pupils.
The Red Hummer kept on the move and shuffled through the lonely interstate a few automobiles could be observed traveling in the opposite direction with the intensions of departing from the state of Florida following a third earthquake which rocked West Lake FL. Quinn sat up on the passenger seat with his eyes beaming an emerald glow. The mind-link was at full capacity now and the hummer’s driver side mirror fractured and cracked open releasing tiny black widow spiders with odd features and the mirrored object flashed an illustration at DJ of a man by a bonfire and pieces of skin and organs inside a dark and frightening chamber. Martin screamed like a schoolgirl when the black widows scattered and leapt onto to the dashboard of the SUV. Quinn began picking them off one by one and positioned them inside his eyeball where they’d entered and injected a web netting which crisscrossed Quinn’s eyeballs. “What the fuck? Martin smacked Quinn and Quinn punched Martin and knocked the kid backward with a busted lip. Quinn was trapped contained by the Mind-Link.
(The eyes are the organs of vision, how you choose to use them is completely up to the individual.)
“Quinn, “move over to your bed and take a seat, “while I address our mutual friend” Alexi’s tone and demeanor was stern and aggressive. Except Quinn was no push over- “Fuck you” he replied “Sit down! Commanded Alexis “Your little existence is a mere- “minor bump in the road for us, “you and that filthy partner of yours -don’t even know the power you hold inside, “those fucked up brains of yours he tapped Quinn’s forehead roughly. “But I’m here to make it all better” remarked Alexis. Quinn was eyeing the weapon on the bedroom floor the Taurus PT 92 9mm Pistol was laying right by Alexi’s transparent and see-through feet you could see wires, and a burgundy fluid flowed downward his legs, and something bulging out of his calf muscles the same with his quadriceps, a bunch of cables which resembled coax connectors trimmed in gold flowed energy into each wire. This fed the body liquid crystalline DNA. The spectrum of colors abstracted Quinn for a brief moment after a few seconds of being mesmerized by the unique way Alexis was built. Quinn focused back on the weapon; he eyed the handgun, thinking of how to reach for it.
“Go ahead, Take it, “and make the move it won’t make much difference, “all it will cause is for me to go out there and dig your dying mothers heart out with a fork” Alexis said. “What are you anyway”? Asked Quinn “it’s clear your ability’s revolve around fire, and that ugly bitch over there leaks more water than a busted pipe so her weapons consist of water.
“Except somehow, it gives the impression there’s some animosity , like you two are not on the matching side replied Quinn with the sound of Intellect in his tone. Alexis grinned at the observation. “And this is why, you’ve been judged by the “Undying Eternal” and the “Council of Tombs” they were right on the money with you two. Replied Cane -Azra Stood up following she’d taken a seat in close proximity to the far left corner of the room and pushed her knees together and rocked back and forth while mumbling to herself other than now she had come to understand Alexi’s true agenda and so she stood up. “No way” What the hell are you saying? “My master, “our