by Lexi Thorne
“Once upon a time, right there, in the bush, there used to be a story writer and a story teller who was good to the extent that when he tells his stories, you are able to magically see everything happen in real life. He once had it in his journal that he would die without getting drunk. He was a drunk, and it must have been that he was sore-intoxicated when he wrote about aliens have come to have a long discourse with him in one of his many journals found after he lost it in solitary.” Woodruff was beginning to reason along that wise and would care to report to the authority to do something about it to avoid, plausibly, invasions from alien who had shown to learn how strong humans be. There was little knowledge about the characteristics and the capabilities and functions of them in the said roll.it had been quite long when he read the text whose context was herculean for him to recollect. He lighted the truck which belonged to one of his old chums. He raised it with the accelerator and was planned to reverse, to turn and then to leave. He wanted to go and disclose in the hinterland and file a report. All these steps of reasoning Ciro had seen and was quite aware of. He was outside there, with his right arm side rested on the wooden pillar outside the hut. He knew what he was trying to go and do. Woodruff heaved a sigh of relieve as he could no more see the hut and was already on the road to the hinterland speeding lousily as if that would make him and the truck to fly and touch down to get to the nearest precinct. As he was racing down there reshaping his thoughts and how to present his words better. Suddenly he was conscious of a particular figure standing right in his lane from a further distance. He tried and stirred the wheel to the left lane, and he was also there either. And as he was approaching the figure the clearer and bigger the figure was becoming. Jean and Mr. Edward sped by Mr. Edward’s car. They were on their way back from a recreation center where they had gone to have the best with each other. The scenery of Mr. Edward’s chosen was one of the things which made her have dire interest in going out with her. He was left with no choice but to try and influence her due to power relation between the two of them. He was the instructor, and she was one of the cutest belles around on the campus. She hated being cheated, and she hated secrets and all that. But she had been able to manage his relationship with Adelita without letting her know. She had thought, of what change it would yield, since she had a crush on Ciro.
He had lost the comptrol of the truck as the truck was not responding to the gear and other – the steering, the brake, the accelerator and the speedometer was already boiling cold. There was gas in the truck, but it was still slowing down as it was approaching the figure. The picture, was then clear enough and it was Ciro with a determined and hateful visage looking sore-enraged as Woodruff had betrayed his trust. The truck stopped an inch close to his chest, and the truck was still working though. He was already frosty and wanted to react with, but he decided not to react. As he was enraged, an encirclement was powered which covered him, Woodruff and even the truck and they reappeared at the hut.
He was scared and would not know what to do next to be free and get the others around for the acknowledgment of what was being. He tried and ran right into the bush believing he knew the path quite more than he would ever. He had planned to hide till he was tired looking for him and that would be his chance to escape and go report or could even snuck into the house and pick up one of the rifles on the inside and put him down. He ran as he had planned. He would not chase after him that time. He went into the hut to nap.
In the middle of the night, when the moon would not mind to show nor would. One star on such fateful day did in exactness fair to care and show its glowing self for entities standing on dirt to do appreciation. The night was so somber to the very extent that the sliming passages of snails were perceived loud by Woodruff as tiny black ants came in too to and were busy submitting their own quotas, probably to shatter the boredom mode a bit and make his folly orchestrations and ploys come to surface. He could have abandoned whatever the designs he had cooked up and head down to the precinct and have it done the ways he had planned before he was stopped by the beastie thing with the iridescent blue tale of a Glacian icy blue in the eyes. He could have try and trudged carefully cutting through the standing thickly darkly hours of the midnight to seek the assistance of those traveling past or ridding past for a lift for a few more kilometers downwards. He was determined and thought he would be able even the odd lying snoring deeply in the middle of the night with just one shot in the end and that would probably make him a big hero some beast of the bush which he saved naïvely. He proceeded in the same course charging cautiously avoiding the crackling of stems and dry leaves so that he might not wake up. He had thought entering through the back window of the hut would assist as he would have knocked the door right from inside before laying to rest his four thick forearms and his solid dark to the back of the wooden bed. He was able to climb in through the window and made it calmly into the hut with a light thud on the wooden ground of the hut. He tried and reassure if truly he was fast asleep. Ciro had pretended so and was well readied for every bit of the ploy he had believed had well planned even before the midnight time came in lightly with its darkly effects and somberness. He went straight to open that part with an opening on the face of the wooden ground, close to the exit which would lead to the sitting place of the hut on the left-hand side. He paced painstakingly and stooped on reaching there and opened to remove the carpet covering the face of the save buried within the surface of the wooden construct. He pulled the cover up and picked up the already loaded shot rifle –double-mouthed it was kept there kempt, in case of occasions like such calls for that in the name of self-defense and all that. He believed he was not self-defensing then… but trying to save the whole lots of humankind in their billions worth demographically. He then paced in inches meticulously toward him for a clear shot. He stepped on a crown cock and it poked him, hurt him but he would endure and make no sound, he endured and made no sound. He fired the shot ‘boom…’ and its sound rocked the whole bush apart as birds –bats abound in the tree tops, hung downwards in their teeming ways like tattered rags chirped and flapped away razzle-dazzled and beastie beings with four legs began to howl whilst the cocks he reared were thrown into disarray for they cock about in response to the loud hulky sound the gun shot made. The whole of the hut was well covered with flames of some sort. He could not fathom if the flames were as a result of the gun shot or another magical version he had not seen yet. He was down already on his behind on the wooden floor as he was not used to the gun. On pressing the trigger for effect, he was turtled back and the gun fell apart. It was a frosty breeze and it was thick that it was like the thickness of the night itself. He was able to see through the thickness though like the cat walks the night freely without mincing legs. He was able to freeze the big bullet with the frosty wall he molds so hard to percolate through as he was concentrated as he was lying down. He was prepared and was ready for every bit of what he was to make reflect with the gun. He had at one time forged an ax with frosty effects and used to pierce wooden material for petroleum into bits as he could not find one to use and as he had gone out. He walked through the thickness of the frosty flames which had filled up the hut valiantly and helped up. He pushed him into the armless sit and he was scared to hell as his countenance had changed as his eyes were sparkling dark blue. His hand was sore-cold and it was killing him. When he noticed he was going to die if he continued, he retired and left to sit on the seat outside the hut. He left him inside. He was trying to win his trust but Woodruff was determined at getting him convicted and somehow questioned. He understood he was trying to fight for his race which he too could have done if he were to be in his shoes without thinking twice. He came out and joined him on that dawn.
“I could see you are good. Are you trying to win my trust or what?” Woodruff asked.
“There is a lot for you to know as there are a lot above in the skies for exploration beyond the figment of your cognition, imagination…” he explained.
“It is like I d
o not know you now” expressed Woodruff.
“It is alright, the name which I cooked for myself was not mine. My name is way longer than that. I was able to pick the name from one of the characters of the texts you have in there, ‘Very in Pieces.' I was able to see through things, was able to read your mind and I can still do all these things” he explained. He continued “I have got a lot in stock which I have been sent through the portal to start and complete” “I knew it, I knew the contents of the old man’s text were all true and factual,” Woodruff said astonishingly and was wanting to hear more as he was much more attentive.
“I have got to see the witch before long. I am only trying to keep it all down, you could for yourself what I was capable of doing. She would be the only one who could put me through if I would able to learn from her and collect back what was actually my great ancestors in one of their visits to this planet. They handed it over to some witch so they might later come back to it as time advanced. Whenever I am close to the college there, I would always have the feeling the medallion with a solar cross on it –the symbol circle with a cross in between and the four points reached out to the sides of the circle. It was often found in the symbolism of times before history began to be to define and redefine pictures, specifically way back when Neolithic age discovered Bronze and it's plausible long necessities to life and death” he said.
“How can I be of help? I am good locating things” Woodruff said inquisitively.
He looked him thankfully and showed him the image of the medallion, drawn by him. He collected the piece of paper and looked deeper at it.
“It looked like I have seen something of this sort before around here,” he said.
“Yeah, it has to be close for it was its coordinate which was triangulated which lead the portal here again,” Ciro said.
“I have seen it around before and would try and help as long as I know your type has got no one bad intent in stock. Should the opposite happen I would be left with no choice but to keep on trying till I get the states authority informed. He faded into the woods and came almost within a matter of second with a deer. He had twisted its head.
“I could harm if I wanna or need to harm and could choose not to, though there might be consequences for that, I do not mind. We have the rights to choose too and with my knowledge lately with the ways of the world, what is right or wrong is a relative expression and contextual” he said.
“How did you know it was there for meat?” he asked curiously.
“I could hear what people are any other things that could produce sounds are discussing in their closets miles away even from here” he explained.
“Oh, you must be kidding me! Our on earth would that be possible? Well-well… well, it is you!” he said cheeringly.
Ciro gave him a smirk which implies even if you leave now to report I would know and you might not meet me around here before you are back.
“Do not misuse the chances I plead.” He nodded in agreement and took the hairy colorful deer to the back of the hut where he began to butcher it with knife intended to provide one excellent meat for them to munch.
He began by removing the entrails properly after he had field-dressed it so that the meat would not spoil or waste. Then he began to remove the inner loins cautiously. Ciro stood by watching each step. Woodruff looked at his face and wondered how he could learn so much about humanity in a matter of hours. He would not know how to prepare a deer properly, humanely. Then he felt to put him through as it felt he wanted to learn.
“After a deer is killed it would go into some sort of rigor mortis state which would make its muscles contracted in time coupled by their stiffness” Woodruff explained.
He took on how it could age, the temperature best for that, the skinning aspect and then the roasting for munching. He was on his glove, steel and netlike with one long sharp knife in his right hand whilst another one which was shorter was on the table where he was doing all that.
Few weeks after, he was out in the woods for meats. But the day was as dried as arid planes for no mammals worth chasing or shooting at were out squirrels he had a passionate aversion for their manic feet. The sun was golden and shining insanely, and for its ray kept to pinch him in the head, he was left with no choice but to help himself under on fat very tall native tree. Then, he began to over-hear foot approaching, crackling the dried stems and leaves which had littered and beautified the bush trees parts in the bush. He believed plausibly it would be one of big deer which had always proved overly unyielding to kill as he haunted them down till they enter the ticker bush where he would be left with no choice but to return with bunches of hopes they would come back to graze the natural pasture umbrella by the tall tree tops with their scattered stems at the top there forming some sort of huge sage. They had their own benefits as Woodruff had once thought, they helped to form rain but for what? He meant there were no farms there. Who would farm there? It was way too distanced even from the college then let alone the hinterland. She approached in some eerie regalia and was muttering words in some language he could not read meaning to It was heading towards a particular direction and was about passing by where he had hidden himself, but he was able to peep to see what she was up to.
“What, what was that!?” he exclaimed but silent really that she would not hear a sound was made. It was a medallion with the same descriptions he had given.
He began to wonder what the college gatherer of the college was doing around there at that timing looked even meaner to get even much clearer picture of the medallion so that he would run back to the hut and tell him what he had seen in the bush. She kept moving, and it was beginning to look like she was heading toward where the portal opened.
“Is she going there to go and make some ritual thing, enchantment thing and that…!” he said looking confused and was wanting to be sure the more as she was approached the spot.
When he noticed she was close, he decided to give her space to see what she was up to for real. She removed the medallion and started chanting in old languages Woodruff could not fathom as she was placing the silvery medallion on her palm left palm. At a juncture, she stopped suddenly, and there was utter silence in the woods for time paused as the seconds of Woodruff’s wrist watch would not tickle on, it was tickling backward, anti-clockwise. The medallion began to fly in the air. It was dangling about magically. The medallion which beforehand slavery was beginning to morph into frosty blue as some circle was forming in the air –it was the portal, as she wanted to go in she was bulwarked as there were processions of heads who had filled the portal whose bodily constructs were heavier than Ciro’s and even much more extremely muscular, taller at least nine five thick forearms. They were five in all and all glowing frosty blue: they stood as if they were blocking the path of the witch from entering; from the left-hand side, she called them by their names: Eaton, Lockwood, Intro, Twomey, and Tookie. She had a separate confab with them as they were, he moved closer to each, and they spoke into each other’s ears, and they departed as she reached the fifth. They departed and as they departed, the time there ran a relay to what it ought to under normalcy and Woodruff were able to acknowledge that. As the portal faded into ought, the medallion fell on the grassy ground, and she picked it up and hung it back across her neck as she was moving cautiously back to the college where she worked. Ciro was away to the college and had not come back as at the time Woodruff was back…
“That was unimaginable, so Mrs. Kate is the witch who is keeping the medallion? Ciro must get to know this…”
Swoosh…
“You mentioned my name right?” he said as he appeared through his blue-some frosty poof and beam.
“What? Alright… alright, I am getting used to it all. I know where and who has the silvery medallion you showed me the other day, you remember, huh? He said with utter amazement.
“Yes of the cause, I remember well, who is it, Mrs. Kate? He said hurriedly and sped away.
“Come back over here he directed” h
e returned in the same light.
“Do not read my mind again, huh, a man has gotten need some stuff privy do you not know? What else have you read huh…! It is not fair! There are ways of doing things properly by following the right avenues, you cannot just speed in, see her in your frosty, blueish self. She might just shriek, and that would be the end of it all. Meaning, we shall do this, my….way” he said.
“Alright, so, when are we to go huh?” he asked.
“Would let you know when I come back from the hinterland, I have got to return that truck to my chap, he lends me it, and I should do well and return it… yes, I am doing it my way no” he explained.
After a week they went together to pay her a visit. She dwelled alone in a cottage of the cause. They got to know she has married centuries ago and she had been alive waiting for that moment when Ciro would enter with his assisting head –Woodruff.
Woodruff inquired, “Are you trying to say all these were designed to be like these huh?” Mrs. Kate replied ‘yes exactly, and she added that she saw him and the other knew he was hiding at the back of the native tree the other day.”
“So, that too was part of the designed superstructures of what is to be right? What else is part of, is it part of it that I die tonight running some aliens courses?” he inquired bitterly.
He felt disappointed and used right in his heart and wanted to leave immediately. He was calmed down by Ciro as he added that she was the one who aided the admission through with her portions. She cooked the certificates and all other things verified. They were all put under a spell.