The Wrath of the Revenant by Terry Marchion

Author:Terry Marchion [Marchion, Terry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781974578856
Published: 2018-08-05T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Tremain awoke to total darkness. He flailed about, not feeling his body.

"Oh, now this is interesting." He said . . . or at least, he thought he said it, not being able to feel his mouth either. He felt his awareness floating in this sea of blackness. It was relaxing as well as aggravating.

"I wish I could see something." Pinpricks of light began to appear in random patterns across his field of vision. Some were larger than others, some were smaller. All were sparkling in various intensities. They continued to expand until he was looking over the vastness of a nearby galaxy.

"I don't know how I can breathe in space, but this is . . . beautiful." He felt a presence next to him as a glowing orb appeared, tendrils of energy snapping and coiling around it. A warm glow . . . a recognition overcame him. "Sen."

"Greetings." The glow bobbed. The voice was audible but wasn't. Disconcerting.

"Where are we?" Tremain asked.

"Your mind."

Tremain gasped, the implications overwhelming him.

"My mind? How? The glow was you entering my head? Then these aren't stars, are they?"

"You're catching on."

Tremain could see more stars had appeared. He examined the one closest to them. He could see movement just below the surface, shapes just barely recognizable. He gasped.

"They're memories!"

Sen laughed. Tremain could feel the joy Sen was filled with at being able to share the experience.

"Yes, they are your memories. Come." Sen moved towards the nearest star. Tremain found he didn't know how to move. He had no visible means of locomotion.

"Um . . . Sen, would you be kind enough to educate me on how to move?"

In response, Tremain felt himself being pulled along. Feeling helpless did not improve his mood. "If I survive this, I am going to take him apart, bit by rusty bit." He thought to himself.

The globe of light became so large he could see nothing else. He pierced the surface, the glow suffusing him. When he could see again, he froze in shock.

He stood in a hospital room, the smell of antiseptic making that fact perfectly clear. It was a private room, the ping of machinery sounding every so often. The figure in the bed was hidden behind someone leaning over the bed. She was on tip-toes to be able to reach. He heard a kissing sound. She stood and turned to look in his direction. It was his sister, Davie. She looked so young, with her red hair pulled back into a large ponytail. Her eyes were bright with tears. Tremain realized where he was.

"My father's hospital room. This is the day he died." He felt Sen pull him to the side as Davie spoke.

"Here comes Tremain now." She gestured to a figure just coming into the room.

Tremain saw himself as a young man shuffle into the room. The younger version of himself wasn't the most spectacular thing he'd ever seen. The boy's hair was long and unkempt, just brushed back with some sticking up and out all over the place.

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