He Came to Me (1997)

The skies opened up. Golden light poured from the clouds and the blue alike, bathing the world below in a celestial glow. A humanoid being descended from the nothing above, wreathed in flames; he fell as a meteorite would but slowed just shy of collision. Firey footprints were left behind in his wake as he walked through the city. Though he walked in the middle of the road, in the middle of the day, he was afforded the same privileges as any emergency vehicle, the sea of cars parted and all eyes were firmly affixed on him. As he continued his walk, he shrugged off his flaming robes, allowing them to smoulder upon the floor. His fire continued to burn. The pedestrians whispered amongst themselves, some removing their phones from their belts to spread the news further; he continued.

 

Footage of the strange man on fire captivated the world; he invaded every channel. No-one knew who he was nor why he was there, just that a man on fire had walked down the street in the capital city of England completely unopposed. Even after the flames died out, the country, then the world, still watched with baited breath as he walked; he did so with such purpose but no-one could predict where he was travelling to. Schools closed, adverts were taken out, people lined the streets. Bets were taken and books were made: Where would the man in black leather and silver stones stop? For a moment, it seemed as though they had an answer. A camera crew from the BBC, with great difficulty for some reason, managed to park their van in his path. The first, closeup, images of the being were broadcast across the country. 

 

He wasn't at all like anything anyone was expecting. The world had seen his unusual attire but it became even more so with greater detail. His suit covered his sleeves, shoulders and back, leaving his chest exposed; the top half was connected to the trousers, with both being decorated with various sizes of rhinestone like gems. Black antlers engulfed his eyes with the rest of his skin white as snow. Despite the blockade, he found a way around them, continuing to his unknown goal. Before passing them completely, his face contorted into a snarl like smile, as though a child doing so for the first time. 

 

The bookies paid out. Humphrey made first contact with the being. Stood outside of Ten Downing Street, viewed by multiple cameras and seemingly sanctioned by the police, the being reached down and petted the Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office. As the being rose, Humphrey rubbed his head against the being's leg, shaking his rear and tail. He took the cat into his arms and stepped away from the door. A frantic assistant barged through, wooden podium in hand and cables trailing behind him. He set it down on the cobbles then returned to the door to hold it open. A suit with a red tie exited, a mop of blackish brown hair on his head; he took his place and was about to speak when he noticed the being with his cat.

Gently, the being placed Humphrey back on the floor. He strode over to the podium, displacing the Prime Minister, and adjusted the microphone.

 

All eyes were on him. The world held its breath.

"Hell is gone and Heaven's here, there's nothing left for you to fear." He began.

 

"Then it got really weird." He blinked. "The bloke stared at me, and he said... 'Let me entertain you.' Proper weird that isn't it?" Robbie rose from the Chaise Lounge and looked at the therapist across from him. He walked to the mirror and unbuttoned his shirt, leaving the top button done up and the base tucked in. "Let me entertain you."