“Late for work! The cheek!”
“He asked what line of work we were in and what was so important!”
“What did you tell him?”
“That the truck had a six-foot ass!”
“The horse, of course!”
“He asked what people did with six-foot asses and I shouted that they gave them radar guns and parked them at the side of roads, and I shoved the accelerator hard down and shot away into the horizon!”
“I’ll handle your corruption, Cameron!” Malone hollered. “After this meeting you’ll go straight to the kitchen again and squeeze the juice out of ten strong citric lemons into a glass and pour in a full bottle of castor oil and add strong chili powder and drink it straight down your throat!”
He sat forward and firmly ignored them, and shuffled papers!
“There has been another complaint of all of you!” Malone announced loudly, studying them again, seeing if they would react. “This time it is authentic!”
Simpson burst out laughing, and asked “What about?”
“Some people don’t like you lot! They complain everywhere about things you do!”
His eyes suddenly fell on the papers that he had forgotten about, across his front, and he gasped and sat back in his seat.
Simpson showed an expression of being humiliated and tried to get what he was going on about, and asked, “You should send them to us for us to resolve things!”
“People should stop complaining of nothing!” Fogler continued. “They should save it for all the real things there are!”
Malone stared at them in disbelief and agreed.
“Don’t let it happen again!” he replied, tired of beating about the bush. “You were lucky! You’ve only been banned from racing horses! Your horse has been banned by them from racing again! I guess the creature will be happy now, and will be able to retire!”
Chapter 21
The Horse’s Release
The night was elevated and Cameron felt ecstatic, as the blasted horse affair was over, and the others never wanted the racehorse as they now could not imagine it doing anything they wanted!
They had been sitting in the bar for all most four hours and it was sadly reaching closing time and the bar was only starting to empty, and Hanks had just turned up looking gloomy and weary and they had soon found out it was over getting rid of the horse!
Cameron sat with the other three soldiers drinking and celebrating getting rid of it, when someone finally asked how he had got rid of it anyhow, and he replied, “Well, nobody would buy it, and thought of using it, so I just released it into some remote woods, buried away ... The thing can survive and be free at last ...”
“Free at last!” Simpson moaned. “If I can remember rightly you were to sell the blasted thing! We were all expecting to get our cash back for it!”
“Right!” he replied, downing another drink. “But I could not sell it and now it’s free ...”
“We’d have made more out of it selling it to a glue factory!”
Cameron gasped and felt and saw beer pouring down over his head and swiftly turned and watched the disabled pensioner, that he had dragged into a taxi, who had complained to Malone of him dragging him out the bar, on crutches pouring the last of his pint over him, and shouted drunkenly at him and rushed over to a group of his friends and they left out the pub door.
The three soldiers burst out laughing hysterically at it, showing him their happiness at the horse affair being over as well!
Cameron laughed as well and realized how funny it had been and recalled how funny the woman at the door of the pensioner’s house had been when he had brought him home!
When he stopped laughing, he asked Hanks, “What did the horse look like when you released it?”
“It looked great! I was a sad sight seeing it go! I was ashamed and sad at the plan not being a success ... But it realized it was free and it seemed to thank me as it rushed away into the trees ...”
Cameron was mildly confused at it as he had not even heard of any horses running freely anywhere! Perhaps they were hidden away, and rare, or something. Yet he could believe the thing may remain free for long time and wondered where it would end up, and if someone decided to use it again.
“Are you still seeing that psychiatrist?”
“What psychiatrist?” Cameron gasped, realizing that he thought the army doctor was a psychiatrist.
“He’s an army psychiatrist too!”
Cameron gasped and realized they all thought that he had been visiting a psychiatrist, and after a few minutes he started realizing he was a psychiatrist and he realized all the things he had been coming out with, and wondered what the outcome of it would be!
“How what’ve you heard?” he finally asked, calmly.
“I just heard rumours that’s all!” he silently replied, examining Cameron occasionally cleaning beer out of the side of his eyes.
“What rumours?” he asked, calmly.
“Well! You have been having crazy dreams! You also gave him accounts of you doing crazy things!”
“That’s absurd!” he replied. “I’ve given normally stuff to keep the idiot amused ...”
He was surprised that Hanks burst out laughing and the other two soldiers joined in, and kept laughing adding funny accounts of him doing things, and what they thought of his dream of being a werewolf and then he sat annoyed and surprised that they had actually heard things about it, and he sat trying to grasp what the doctor had heard and told. It was deplorable that a doctor or psychiatrist could give away such information to the public!
“He claimed you told him you’ve had character changes and that you’ve been turning into two different people, as well as you having lost your memory!”
Cameron calmed himself and decided to confess what had occurred! They had found him in the pool of mud with his memory gone anyway, and he still could not recall what he was like before and what had happened.
“I’ve lost memories of myself and I get memories of two different people! So what!”
“But do you actually turn into someone else?” he replied, seriously, concerned.
“No! But I get strange thoughts of myself and someone else! Dreams are crazy! Like I’m a werewolf in one crashing through a wood, after being injured by something!”
“I heard you the other night dreaming of something! What was that all about?”
“Alright I’ll tell you!”
“Go! The whole lot!”
Cameron then decided to make it up and give something else!
“I was shipwrecked on an desert island and ended up with my clothes in rags, and I was lying on this incredible golden beach, with waves rhythmically skimming to me, dreamily.
“In wet rocks I glimpsed chunks of wood from the ship floating like they had followed me ashore and I observed reflections of birds skimming over the surface of the sea.
“I had been lucky and luckier than I had ever been and was one of the survivors!
“I felt the warm air caressing my lifeless body and I viewed the whole tropical beach and palm trees going along the sea, and saw smoke in the distance smouldering up from a volcano.
“I had recollections of swimming ashore and hearing people screaming in the ship and of loud surges and splashes as the ship sank under the sea.
“The sun was blazing and the air about me was turning roasting hot. Patches of sand glowed in bright sunshine while the turquoise sea sparkled.”
“You actually dreamed that? My dreams are just crazy muddled up messes of thing!”
“What happened next?” Simpson moaned.
“What happened? Well, I met with other survivors and we tried surviving there but there was not enough food!”
“Why don’t you just get on with what happened!” Simpson moaned.
“After being shipwrecked on the desert island I eventually spotted a ship on the horizon and when it got close I frantically waved my arms and jumped up and down and screamed furiously until I spied a rowboat being let d
own into the water from the ship and burst out crying on the beach and collapsed in the sand ...”
“You burst out crying in your dream!” Simpson groaned. “How the hell do you burst out crying in a dream?”
Cameron ignored his insane ranting, and continued, “About ten minutes later the rowboat reached the shore carrying a man in a captain’s uniform!”
Cameron watched Simpson with amusement!
“I shrieked and ran about waving and screaming all over the golden beach.”
Cameron watched their strange looks and realized that Simpson was annoyed, and he realized he was really annoyed with Hanks and his mess of the horse scheme.
“The captain did not recognize my identity as I had turned like Robinson Crusoe with a giant beard and had bits of animal skins tied around me for clothing!
“I’d gone crazy, and even crazy than ever! I’d turned into a giant wild beast of the island, running around the island jumping and screaming through bushes, jungles, racing and screaming after animals through the vegetation, eating raw meat I ripped out of pigs, goats, seagulls, fish, and virtually every edible animal and sea creature, and anything that moved in my sight, while I slept wildly in bushes and up in high trees, and sometimes up in a mountain volcano cave, and I was a large hairy ape creature!
“When the captain asked how long I’d been there I just screamed ...”
He watched Hanks bemused face, and he sat back.
“I moved to the edge of the jungle and stood as a lone survivor, and sat down and chewed a large bone, surrounded by heaps of bones all about my sides!
“The captain gasped, studying my surroundings, and told the others that I’d turned into a wild beast!
“One of the sailors managed to recognize me from a newspaper about the shipwreck, and they moved closer and fixed their eyes on the piles of bones and human bones about me! It was clear I had eaten the few remaining survivors, and two while they were still alive and trying to escape!”
“Then what?” Hanks giggled, amused.
“Seeing their stunned expressions I, a wild creature in the dream, hung my head in shame and the captain stepped forward, shaking his head in disbelief, and told me that he’d not judge me for doing what was necessary to survive but the ship had only sunk months before their arrival!”
Chapter 22
Cameron’s Identical Twin
Cameron was staring with hazed eyes as he got into a taxi to leave the bar, on his own as he could not be bothered staying any longer and felt tired and in the need of a good rest, especially with the drink they had him consuming.
It had been incredible that when he had checked the internet, with his phone, he had found the next day’s newspaper headlines with a little astonishment as going by Hanks he had secretly let the horse loose to roam the woods freely forever, until it died, but one newspaper had a story on it and the army and how he had released it and it told of a nun finding the horse in her garden and being attacked by it, and it carried the headline: NUN ATTACKED BY MALONE’S MONSTER WILLY!
He read the full article and was even surprised that they had traced where Hanks had bought the horse, and where the Ebay seller had bought it, and had discovered why the horse was different and that the horse had genetic alterations and that it had been crossed with a killer lion!
For decades scientists at a major company had been working on increasing the potential of farm animals, and had genetically advanced and improved their production!
Some mutilations, instead of being destroyed, were kept as they had some potential that they thought they should continue to work on, and some were animals used for physical exertion that had been crossed with powerful dangerous animals such as killer lions, as their potential was far greater! Yet what they never knew was a black market had formed, especially with animals that looked entirely like normal animals, but with hidden attributes of animals such as killer lions, and that they were being sold to the public!
Cameron recalled the first time he had seen the horse and when the doors of the bar seemed to explode apart and it shifted into his sight in an altered motion!
Then he wondered what the others in the bar would think of it!
After a few minutes a loud giggle burst out of the taxi driver’s mouth, watching him in his mirror, and he examined him closely and realized he was the taxi driver that he had used to drop the disabled pensioner off at his house and he recalled that he could have information on his identity, and he sat thinking of what to do.
Cameron lightly closed his lips and turned to see an angry expression on his face and wondered what he was annoyed about.
He realized how deep his own emotions were at thinking of getting his true identity from him, and he realized he had to do something, and thought of something else to change the subject and thought of the blasted horse and his first thoughts of the thing and that it had looked like it had been crossed with some form of monster and he was staggered that they could cross something with such an animal, and he wondered what the hell they could create if they crossed humans with killer lions!
It was supposed to be a racehorse! But why not? He wondered how fast lions actually were and realized that they should have crossed it with one of the fastest animals, and he wondered what would happen if someone found the right animal and crossed it, and got the right combination!
“What did you do with the racehorse?” the taxi driver asked, slightly turning around, glaring at him as though he was not fully there and just a figment of his imagination.
He ignored him and realized that he had to get what he knew about him, and asked, “Did you say that you knew me?”
“Yes! I drove you about! You lost your memory didn’t you? You seem to have had a bad time of it! That pensioner you tried questioning realized that too ...”
“What did you know about me?” he asked in desperation. “I’ll even pay you for anything you have!”
“Alright! I’ll give you what I know, and you can give me a tip for what you think its worth!”
“Look, if you give me what I want I’ll give you everything in my wallet!”
“Well! Let me see! I first saw you when the army camp was put up over there!”
“What else?”
Suddenly he looked into the mirror at him, looking deep into his eyes, and called back, “Do you want what I heard?”
“What?” he muttered.
“You were Prime Minister David Cameron’s twin brother!”
Cameron gasped, and as he thought it over he realized that if it was true that they were reacting to him crazily for a reason, and he gasped at the problem and trouble that it would cause!
“What was the story on the killer lion?” he quickly asked, trying to change the subject.
“What killer lion? I never heard anything of any lions!”
“No circus or zoos have been here!”
“The circus has not been here in years! There were no animals like that either!”
“Why was the army camp put there then?”
“I don’t have a clue! Wait a minute! All of you were searching all over the place! I heard they were looking for something! Right! Now I remember! It was to do with that airplane or satellite, whatever, that crashed! They were looking for where it crashed!”
Cameron gasped and realized that they had not been there to look for a killer lion after all and he wondered why they had been put there to find the crash sight and he realized that it had been of alien origins, and that they had to have been put there on a confidential mission to search for it and investigate it!
“I also saw you when you woke up with your lost memory, in that field, and in that pool of muck! I was passing there on the road behind you!”
“Did you see anything before then?” Cameron gagged, and realized that he had actually seen him there, and he hoped he had seen him before he woke up.
“I passed there earlier! It was too distant for me to be totally sure it was you! I think you were with someone that resembled
you, and you were at the wood at Floors Road, where I’ve seen you before with the other three soldiers you hangout with!”
Who the hell looked like him? He hadn’t seen anyone like him!
He was more confused than when he got in the taxi, and stared miserably at the floor, and the driver looked on and thought of everything he knew for what Cameron wanted to know!
Cameron started scrupulously going over everything, and he examined his facial features in a mirror, and after examining the Prime Minister on the internet he realized that he might be the Prime Minister’s twin, as he was strangely the same, and he realized the only way of properly proving it and finding out his identity and what had happened was to meet him, and he removed a drink and poured it down his throat and started to search for a way to meet the Prime Minister!
II
The Final Encounter
Chapter 1
The Extraterrestrial Dream
In the dark depths of space above the world a sphere of light shot out and exploded with extraordinary brightness!
The dream was now like it was something else and some form of telepathic recording being transmitted from somewhere, which Cameron could not comprehend! Its magnitude made him gasp and he was unsure if he felt anything and wondered why he thought it had somehow damaged him. Strange sounds and lights sent sensations through him!
His entire sight exploded and filled with its vivid visions of strange energy alterations and silent roars vibrating through his mind, and the blur of light swirled in space, and he seemed to fall out of space and go crashing down towards the Earth.
As he did he watched space all around him staggered and for some reason he never knew what space was, as though he had never seen it before and he was use to something else, which he could not grasp, and at the fringes of deep space he was sure there was intergalactic space and a starless expanse of space where he thought something existed.
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