Sam Sawyer Chapter Twelve
at Kathy scooped her up and was about to grab Kit, when an oak limb swept down,
transformed into a gigantic arm wielding a massive fist that was more like concrete
block than flesh and bone and slammed down on his head. He plunged face first
into the ground. Kathy spilled out of his arms, tumbled headlong into a large
pine, hitting it head- first with such devastating force her limbs splayed out
like the lifeless arms and legs of a rag doll.
already, literally leapt out of sight, clamped her invisible body around the
top of a nearby pine tree when she saw the giant shape-shifting changeling drop
his oak tree façade. She did not recognize the twelve -foot tall brute, that looked
for all the world like Paul Bunyan in his red and black flannel shirt, blue
jeans and heavy boots, clearly an intentional look. Apparently, this idiot was
a fan of old American myth and legend; an interesting bit of information.
In any case,
this behemoth was no quaint tall tale, his was a wild- eyed maniac with god-
like size and strength and a fist full Sam. After knocking Sam to the ground,
he snatched him up and lifted him up like a trophy, foolishly giving him a few
precious moments, time enough for his senses to seep back and his mind to
buffoon slung his head back and forth, his long straggly black hair slinging
sweat and slobber all over Sam, which only helped revive him.
tightened his core and lifted his left hand toward the sky, then leveled his
right hand at the giants’ face. A ‘rope’ of gleaming white light burned through
the thick canopy, coursed through his upper body, setting it aglow with a
blinding fiery brightness a second before it streaked from his fingertips and
incinerated the giants head. One moment it was a grinning monstrosity the, next
a crumbling mound of ash that tumbled down his shoulders and chest.
His last transformation;
a headless fool, was now complete. Sam hovered in the air as the dead man’s
limp lifeless corpse collapsed to ground with a deafening thud. “Kathy,” he
yelled, his eyes scouring the ground until they came to rest on her petite
frame spread on the straw like a broken doll, her long yellow hair a blood -soaked
down and was kneeling by her side in an instant. She stepped out of the air
right beside him.
Kit was crying.
don’t know.” He answered as best he could as his gently placed his fingertips
against her neck. “Kathy, Kathy,” he called her name as if he were throwing her
a lifeline. “She has a pulse,” he said through a sigh, just before she blinked
and groaned. “You’re alright.”
“no, I’m not,” she clenched in pain just before she blacked out again.
“I let us get
blindsided in my woods,” he muttered under his breath as gently caressed her
head. The color drained from his face as he felt her skull sink in under his
fingertips. “Oh no, I don’t we can move her. She’s too broken.”
beside them, “What can we do? We have to do something,” she said searching Sam
face for an answer, “we can’t just let her…”
I’m not. I’ve got powers, some I don’t know about yet.”
have a phone, so.”
that,” he yelled as he crouched over her body a split second before they
found himself in a hospital room standing beside Kathy who was lying in a bed. Tubes
were running from arms and nose. A white sheet covered her body, her head was
wrapped in white gauze. Everything looked right. Sam knew that is was not. He
clasped her wrist. Her blood was still pumping, stronger than before. That was
good. Tufts of yellow hair curled hair curled out from the gauze. No sign of
blood. Someone had taken them, cared for her. He jerked his head around scanned
the generic looking hospital room, saw nothing unusual then noticed the door in
the narrow beige wall facing the bed.
debating whether he should leave her side to go investigate or stay near just
case she awoke when it swung open. A tall pale hairless man dressed in blue
scrubs stepped in wearing a smile and a confident demeanor. “Not to worry Sam,
her fate is yours to decide, all this is just for show,” his soft blue eyes
rolled a slow arc from left to right as he spoke, “and your Earth- mired
sensibilities. You really need to acclimate your mind to how things truly are,
it will really make things easier for the lot of you.”
“So, we are
not in a real Hospital?”
just made my point. I guess I should shake your hand and introduce myself. That
would be the Earth normal thing to do.” He reached out, letting his open right -hand
hang in the air.
whatever it takes to fix her,” Sam pushed himself away from Kathy, walked over
to the new arrival and took his hand.
welcome to the Mezzanine.”
mean were between floors, of course we are.”
described. What you don’t yet understand is that this is your mezzanine and I
am merely your construct, your will made ‘real’, tell me to heal her and I will,
all this should be automatic, this is your unseasoned minds’ way of sorting and
realigning your perception of reality. You, I, have been Earthman too long. We
belong to a much greater reality, embrace it, embrace me. It should be easy I
his head peering deep into the newcomers’ eyes. They widened; their pupils
blackened even deeper than they already were. Sam stared, focusing on their
deepness until they field his field of vision. Suddenly his was in a tunnel.
Walls were sliding past. He couldn’t see them; but feel them moving past. At
first, he felt like he was moving forward then with shocking suddenness he was
falling away from Kathy. He slung his right arm behind him. Somehow, her hand
was in his. The how didn’t matter, he’d think about that later.
A barely perceptible
speck of white slowly revealed itself far ahead, or below!