The Portal by Charles Sterling

Author:Charles Sterling [Sterling, Charles]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-08T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

I was in the vortex again – it was the exact same feeling as when I enter the TV. Everything was spinning, sounds and images were flying past me, and all it took to stop all that was my undying focus and attention. Stability! That’s the name of the game in this place.

Without a jetpack, I stopped the spinning, I stopped the feeling of falling, I slowed everything down, and straightened up.

To my right was a black and white movie. It was drawing me in, I felt like if I touched it I would get sucked right in, so I slightly pulled away, and the floating large image of the movie took off. The same happened with a movie about a giant ship wreck, the movie about a vigilante, the movie about Kung Fu in ancient China, and more. I had to push them all away, and focus.

“Wilmort,” I said out-loud. My voice echoed vividly. It felt like it was bouncing millions of miles away, coming back, and taking off again. This type of echo felt strange and unheard of before.

I began imagining him… His dark wavy hair, his scuffed jaw, his eerie smile, his fancy costumes, even his voice and movements. Then I imagined him inside that picture. I tried remembering its details, it was super simple – just a blue tinted lab room with a floating black rock in the middle, and Wilmort aimlessly standing around.

My mind went hazy, I was losing control again as the images began speeding up. I stopped thinking and began stabilizing again.

“Ugh,” I echoed.

I imagined Violet standing right next to Wilmort this time, almost like a portrait. I did see them standing next to each other before – I had to reimagine that scene with a new background this time.

Time went by, my thoughts about them became stronger. They began talking to me, and I talked back. What were we talking about? I couldn’t quite tell, but we were definitely talking… Violet’s voice was right beside me. She pat my shoulder, and I felt it realistically. Wilmort sat on something, but I couldn’t even make out the chair. He asked me a question. They were waiting for my answer.

Crap. I got carried away with my thoughts, I couldn’t see where I was, I couldn’t see my hands nor see or hear the imagery. I felt like I was falling through a dark dream with only Wilmort and Violet hazily by my side. Then it all turned to dark.

“He’s up,” said Wilmort.

“Huh?” I tried clearing my vision. I couldn’t see anything, it was a blue-ish blurry haze.

“Give him a moment,” I heard Doug’s voice. “He’s not used to it yet.”

“So that’s our newest comrade, huh?” some new voice spoke right in front of me.

Surely enough, Violet’s hand was on my shoulder, and Wilmort was sitting in front of me on a chair. Violet and I were on a couch, clearly imagined and clearly out of place.

“Where am I?”

“Welcome!” Wilmort sang joyfully, “welcome to our humble abode, a place of salvation and freedom – a place where the future is built.

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