|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- HADRIAN FOZZCOLT--CUP 4--"HORHUT KELMBAY" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Hadrian Fozzcolt  ||  -------> (Cup SRhf004, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "What is your kind?" Hadrian asked. "Okay, you are in the middle of an adventure, right?" the woman said. "Um... well, yes. I'm in the midst of a situation involving vast supernatural powers. A friend of mine, Johnny Pitch, seems to think we're near some sort of armageddon, some kind of end of the world. It's very exciting. But I also dread the way things might be a few years from now." Tears formed in the woman's eyes. "I don't know what I know." "What does that mean?" Hadrian asked, stepping closer. She looked away. "All these supernatural powers," she said softly. "People doing things to other people. Terrible things. I mean, normal people are so flawed and disorganized that they CAN'T really get into doing these kinds of things. But the powerful... the supernaturally powerful... can do things. Like kidnap pregnant women and kill them as soon as their children are born and raise such children in a totally closed environment. Experiments. Sick games. Horror. These are the powers that most people wish they had. They don't know that it's the LACK of such powers that makes them halfway decent." Hadrian's eyes widened. "Are you... are you one of these children... the ones you were describing?" She stared at him with a fury in her eyes. "I thought I was on the other side. Equal with those who do such things. But I think I am... it's just... the evil, evil nature of these horrors... the doubts that I have... just look at me." Hadrian furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?" "I'm about sixteen-hundred years old." "Yeah?" "Yeah." Suddenly, a voice came over a loudspeaker. "Hadrian Fozzcolt. Hadrian Fozzcolt. You are needed." Hadrian winced. "That's Bline," he said. "Fuck Bline." the blonde said. Hadrian shook his head. "I can't... I uh... I can't help but get the impression that this wasn't the way I was expecting this conversation to go." "Maybe, Hadrian Fozzcolt, the nature of the drama you're part of is changing." "And what's that supposed to mean?" "Forget it. I fucked you up too much already. If you and me could just rise up out of this place, this filth we are clothed in, if this world of ours could just fade and drain away like a quickly-forgotten dream..." Hadrian shook his head. "No. I'm sorry, but I have to get paranoid here. I'm dealing with too many opposed supernatural forces here. I have to assume that you are trying to derail me from my course, which I have determined to be a good course." "Then I guess I can't convince you otherwise." "No, you can't." he said, and he started climbing into the vehicle again. After a pause, the woman spoke. "Atch-ka-hey. I have stated it. Think about me the next time you masturbate. Fantasize about me. About having sex with me. And something will happen." Hadrian turned, fury in his grimace. "I can deal with little piss-ant spells like that. I may be clueless, but deactivating a silly, retarded little spell like that is nothing I couldn't do in a heartbeat. I don't know who you are, what you are, but I will wreck that little spell of yours and send it back to you tenfold. You are an enemy, woman. Make no mistake about that. I can take care of myself." "My name is Horhut Kelmbay." "Like I care." Hadrian said as he entered the cylindrical vehicle, closing the door behind him. He sat in a seat and breathed heavily, waiting for the ride to begin. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----