Alright, these people wanted to conquer the god realms. Alright, cool cool. Not really my problem, right? So why was I bothered?
I sat in the cage, listening intently to all the chatter from the nearby person’s minds, and even the one from the apartment above and below. It was hectic in my head, but I was managing.
Because, seriously, if I understood half of what Suzy and these minds were telling me, they had already succeeded in several realms. Why they had succeeded, I had no idea, but if I was understanding their goal, they were zeroing on a something that none of these minds had defined yet. But they had sensed something and they wanted it. Figuring it was a god, they were slicing their way through realms, aiming for the ‘ground zero’ of the incident.
Which incident? I tried to probe their minds. The upstairs neighbor was too busy listening on some sort of technological device to really pay much attention to its thoughts. It also seemed that it wasn’t quite aware of ‘what’ it was either.
Frustrated, I zeroed in on the being in my apartment. Surely they knew, right? Grinding my beak, I felt ready to slam my head against these bars. I just wanted to know! But here I was, picking sluggish brains and sifting through mind-chatter. It was exhausting.
As I tried to suggest the thought of the ‘ground zero’ incident to the being in my apartment, it thought of me. Immediately it whisked into view, crossing from the living room-esque to the corner nook where my cage was.
The mind was filled with fawning ideas now. Great. Agoogiegoo. I was a cute bird. Who’s a cute bird? Augh!
I was ruffled in my mind when the cage was opened and I was dragged out. Yelp! My head was still pounding at every movement and I savagely attacked the hands holding me. Let me go! Think of what I want you to, dammit!
With a yelp I was dropped, flopping gracelessly down upon the floor. Ugh. Ow. My brain felt like it had split open. In the back of my mind, Suzy called to me.
I had let Suzy roam around the apartment cautiously, warning her to come quickly back to me if there was anything suspicious.
“Hey!” she appeared before me, tentacle-like lower half crawling along the floor, her upper body erect and smiling. “I found something!”
Meh? Do I care right now? I could barely hear her through the pain. I was being lifted up and petted now. Ugh.
“You’ll want to see this,” and Suzy popped into my head. Bad idea, Suz. The pain made her begin to sob.
As the pain faded I found myself being put back in the cage with a fresh bowl of water. I wanted to chuck it at the guy. Let me out!
“We have to get out of here,” Suzy whimpered as the pain began to recede.
I bit down a sarcastic retort and tried to soothe her. A plan, I was thinking of a plan.
“No, faster!” and Suzy called up in her mind, our mind now, what she had found.
Down the hall to the right, there was a work room. It was filled with shiny silver instruments and all sorts of maps and star charts. But in there, hung up on the wall alongside a whole bunch of other papers that Suzy hadn’t bothered to take a closer look at, was a picture of me.
I forced myself to calm down.
Then I thought about it, analyzing the picture. It was a mugshot of sorts, except there was a gaping hole in the forehead of me, with a silver spike jutting out. ‘Me’, however, did not appear dead. There was life, unhappy life, in those pained eyes.
Alright, they’ve caught a copy of me, and presumably, it’s alive. Great.
“I’ll go check it out,” I told Suzy, gently ordering her to stay in my body and keep me alive while I wandered.
So off I went, stepping out of my body and that infernal cage. Ah, how nice it was to stretch my arms and wings and – I took a good look. Yep, my spirit’s wings were clipped. I guess they coincided with my spirit form- ohhhh. They were one and the same. Duh.
Feeling like a proper idiot, I wandered in human spirit form down the hall and turned into the room.
It smelt of crisp papers, ink, and artificial pine freshener. But the room! There was so much more than Suzy had noticed. There were papers everywhere that seemed important. And yes, there was that gruesome mugshot. It wasn’t alone however, being stapled to a whole pamphlet of papers that were all tacked up together.
I rifled through them. On the paper, I felt the residual energy of excitement, euphoria even. Whoever had read this had been very happy at its information.
Cautiously moving the papers to read them, I was baffled by what I saw. Graphs, graphs, and scribbles in an arcane language. Okay.
Keeping my cool, I began rifling through everything. There was disappointment here, excitement there, and above all, graphs. Graphs and graphs. But graphs of what? Their images tingled at me, and they seemed familiar. It took me a good few minutes of sensing them before their meaning rippled into me.
These were graphs of reality. These were dimensions and time movement charts. And there, behind that mugshot, was their co-ordinates for ‘ground zero’. A realm they hadn’t yet reached.
Okay, okay, but what did this have to do with that version of me? I peered closer at it, willing myself to read the very flimsy energy that was left on it, the impression and thoughts of the reader.
‘He’s not the one.’ The thought was clear as day. Disappointment and deception. Anger. Disbelief and frustration.
I scowled. But what was the ‘one’? What were they looking for?