The angel Haamiah was not known for being squeamish, but even she had to turn away as Rampel interrogated Tanka. While his body lay unharmed in a Medical Centre sideward, his essence was being subjected to the angel’s version of multidimensional waterboarding. Tanka had told what little he knew, which was basically Anubis’ plan to leave the blue planet. But Rampel wasn’t convinced and continued his interrogation, repeatedly pushing Tanka’s essence in and out of Purgatory until it resembled strands of overcooked tagliatelle. Suddenly, something distracted him. Releasing his grip on Tanka, Rampel turned to look up at Haamiah, ‘Did we feel that?’ he said. Haamiah responded instantly, using the combined resources of her pack to filter the billions of events occurring in the Space Dimension. She focused their mind, burrowing through the noise of space and time until one event came to the fore. Then, without a word being said, Rampel was gone.
Hidden inside his terrestrial form, Orion was fighting his way up the now stationary escalator, pushing those in front aside as he forced his way through. He glanced back, and for a moment froze as he saw the presence of Rampel materialise on the platform below. They had met before and, as the memories of their encounter replayed, panic set in. He started to use the pilot’s case as a weapon, bludgeoning those blocking his path to the ground, and then climbing over their bodies in a frenzied attempt to escape from the station.
Rampel was now searching through the injured passengers scattered across the platform, looking deep into their eyes for traces of the poltergeist. As he eliminated individuals, he tossed their bodies aside, creating a macabre pile of the dead and dying in the middle of the platform. He turned his attention to the train and, rampaged through it, examining the eyes of every human he came across. He was about to leave when he heard a thump coming from behind the final partition. Turning back, he ripped it aside to reveal the terrified face of the train’s operator cowering down on the floor of his cab. Rampel looked deep into his eyes; they were clear. Exasperated, the angel threw his head back and, howling into the universe, expanded his presence ten-thousand fold, exploding up through the William Street intersection like an erupting volcano, hurling vehicles and pedestrians into the sky.
By now, Orion was just one of thousands trying to escape the devastation, running as fast as they could away from Wall Street. A yellow taxi cab crashed to the ground immediately behind him, the impact sending him tumbling across the sidewalk. He got up and looked back towards the intersection, terrified that Rampel’s presence would be pursuing him, but all he could see was a cloud of dust and raining debris. The bodies of pedestrians who had been walking past the subway entrance started to rain down. The dull thud of their impact along with the sound of snapping bones filling the air. He grabbed the case and started to run down William Street towards the bay, the curve of the street blocking his view from what everyone was describing as another nine-eleven terrorist attack.
30
Amazing Orgasm
Patti was sitting astride Sven, enjoying the sensation of his erect penis deep inside her. Pushing down, she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, keeping herself on the edge of what she knew would be an amazing orgasm. Anubis lay beneath, staring into her face, waiting for the deed to be done. Her eyes were closed and she was panting heavily, periodically moistening her lips with a lick. He tried to imagine her with the canine face he was so used to. Human copulation was such a tame affair; nothing like the frenzied coupling with an aroused creationist bitch, her jaws wrapped around your throat, drooling and howling in ecstasy. Patti’s eyes snapped open. She was looking straight through him, her pupils so dilated and black that they could have been the eyes of an angel.
With an expression of intense concentration, she leant forward and grabbed his shoulders, lowering herself until the erect nipples of her petite breasts stroked against Sven’s hair-covered chest. The frequency and intensity of the motions increased until Anubis could hear Sven moaning with pain as her nails drew blood. Then, as the waves of indescribable pleasure washed over her, she threw her head back, screaming at the ceiling above in a language that even Anubis couldn’t translate.
Patti lifted herself off and rolled over to lie on the bed next to him. Glancing down, she wrapped her slender fingers around him, ‘You’ve got a fantastic cock!’ she said, slowly starting to masturbate him as she spoke. ‘I told you you’d like fucking me. Everyone likes fucking me, everybody except Axel that is.’
‘Who’s Axel?’ Anubis said through Sven’s clenched teeth.
‘He’s that German guy, lives upstairs, works at that CERN place you were talking about. He’s totally gay! Twice I’ve offered him a shag when I was bored. He just said he was too busy. Now he avoids me like the plague, he’s definitely a faggot!’
‘Maybe he has a wife, or a girlfriend?’
‘What’s that got to do with it? We’re only talking sex, it’s not as though I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Anyway, you’ve got a wedding ring on! That didn’t stop you.’
‘That’s slightly different.’
‘Why do men always say it’s different for them?’
‘Because this isn’t my ring… come to think of it… this isn’t my body.’
‘You’re fucking weird you are.’
‘Come here and I’ll show you how weird I am.’
Assuming Anubis was ready for sex again, Patti slid down the bed and sucked his now deflated penis into her mouth. He grabbed a handful of the thick, black hair and dragged her violently up onto his chest. Her eyes lit up with excitement, ‘You like it rough, eh?’ she said, reaching between her legs and squeezing Sven’s testicles as hard as she could. Anubis’ response was to wrap Sven’s arms around her so tightly that she could hardly breathe. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out, the look in her eyes changing from excitement to terror. Her legs started to thrash against the bed as she used her only weapon, her head, to beat against Sven’s chest. As she struggled, her vision became tunnelled, her oxygen-starved brain confused and detached from reality. The room became a dream and she found herself looking down onto the dragon tattoo, now partly obscured by the encircling arms. With one final heave of Sven’s biceps, Anubis pushed his essence through Patti’s ribs and into her chest. Instantly Sven relaxed, his arms dropping to the bed as Patti started to cough violently, desperately trying to catch her breath.
Anubis got off the bed and, walking Patti’s body over to the chest of drawers, started looking through the clothes hanging from them. He wanted an outfit that would look sweet and alluring, which was going to be difficult given the selection of punk and goth rags that were scattered across the floor.
‘Var i helvete är jag?’ Sven said in his native Swedish, coming back to reality with the worst hangover he had ever had. He rolled his legs off the bed and sat on its edge, rubbing his eyes and groaning. He looked up with a start when he saw the naked figure of Patti crouching down by the chest of drawers, sorting through the clothes on the floor. Realizing he was naked too, Sven made a pathetic attempt to cover himself up with his hands, ‘Vem är ni?’ he said, asking Patti who she was. She stood up and, taking the half-full bottle of wine standing next to the microwave oven, walked across the room towards the bed. She held the bottle as though about to offer him a drink, but as she approached, she let it slip through her hand, grasping it about the neck. Before Sven could react, the wine bottle smashed into his left temple, throwing him back onto the bed. Anubis straddled the body, bludgeoning Sven’s face into an unrecognisable pulp. As the frenzied attack subsided, she released her grip on the bottle allowing it to slip through her fingers, the contents adding just another shade of red to the bedclothes. She reached forward and smothered her hands with Sven’s blood. Then, retrieving the wine bottle, Anubis carefully imprinted its neck with Patti’s blood red fingerprints, before tossing it across the room. Anubis got off the bed, removing the worst of the congealed blood from Patti’s hands by wiping them over her breasts and down her thighs. Walking to the so
fa, she picked up the black dress she had been wearing and, dampening it under the sink’s tap, wiped her hands clean.
Patti’s new look wasn’t exactly sweet and alluring but at least she wasn’t wearing the normal, heavy black makeup around her eyes and mouth. The black, woollen pullover, sent by her mother the previous Christmas, covered her arms and shoulders, concealing the dragon tattooed on her back. The skirt was shorter than Anubis would have liked and he had decided not to let her wear the torn fishnet stockings. She knocked on Axel’s door holding an unopened bottle of German wine. The door opened, stopped by its security chain. ‘Happy birthday, Axel.’ she said in a charming voice.
Axel looked bemused, ‘But, it’s not my birthday, I was born in September.’
He went to close the door, ‘Well, let’s celebrate it anyway,’ she said, preventing the door closing with her shoe and displaying her most innocent, girl-next-door, smile to him. Confused and slightly terrified, Axel released the security chain and opening the door allowed her in. She handed him the bottle of wine and walked past him into the apartment. Unlike her single room, Axel’s apartment had a separate lounge, bedroom, kitchenette and bathroom. There was a laptop computer on the small dining table surrounded by papers and books, its screen displaying a spreadsheet. As he put the bottle on the table, Patti launched herself at him, knocking him to the floor. Startled and winded, Axel lay on his back straddled by Patti who was now ripping open his shirt. She reached over her shoulders and grasping the jumper pulled it up and over her head, tossing it onto the floor next to her. Axel’s eyes lit up with terror as Patti’s blood-covered breasts came into view. With a broad smirk across her face, Anubis surged forward and clamped Patti’s arms around Axel’s chest. The more he struggled, the tighter the clench became, forcing her breasts to flatten against his chest. Axel was struggling to breathe as Anubis’ essence passed through Patti’s ribs and into his chest. After a few seconds Anubis pushed Patti off Axel’s body. She rolled over onto the floor and lay staring up at the ceiling.
Axel got to his feet and picking up the jumper said, ‘Get dressed,’ as he tossed it to her. Totally confused, Patti got to her knees and compliantly put on the jumper without noticing the blood smeared over her torso. Axel walked into his bedroom and returned with a blue silk tie. Patti’s eyes followed him as he circled behind her. Before she could turn around Anubis had wrapped the tie around her throat, pushing Axel’s knee into the base of her skull and pulling back with all his weight to throttle her. He waited several minutes for the struggling to stop and then released the improvised garrotte. She slumped onto her side, the lifeless body exhaling the air trapped in its lungs to produce a high pitched moan, the sound reminding him of their passionate afternoon. He spent the next five hours examining Axel’s notebooks, diary and laptop computer. Axel was an engineer working in the Electrical Engineering Department at CERN. The real bonus was that he had a security pass that gave an Axel Hoffmann access to the detector chambers buried a hundred metres below the complex. He looked at Axel’s watch; it was two-thirty a.m.
Anubis stood in the doorway of Patti’s room, checking the crime scene he had created. Sven was as they had left him, dead and unrecognisable. Patti was now hanging naked from the window, a pair of her fishnet stockings tied around her neck, forming the ligature that suspended her. The chair that had stood next to the chest of drawers was now overturned, positioned under the hanging body. The wine bottle imprinted with her blood-red fingerprints lay in full view next to the bed. It would be an open-and-shut case; a known nymphomaniac had picked up a willing participant, but their sex games had got out of hand. She had defended herself, bludgeoning him to death in a drunken stupor. Then, when she had sobered up and realized what she had done, she had taken her own life. Satisfied that the tragic events would be obvious to the dumbest of gendarmes, Axel collected together Sven’s belongings, which included the holdall full of cash, and took them back to his apartment.
It took almost half an hour for Daniel to convince Amy that the ghost sitting on the end of their bed had been sent by Director Hedrick. The fact that the incarnation was an almost perfect rendering of Mrs. Perkins had seemed to make her all the more suspicious. Eventually, driven by hunger, Daniel sat at the dining table and uncovered the plates of, now cold, lobster thermidor. Reluctantly Amy joined him, sitting in a position that kept the Ghost of Mrs. Perkins in full view. The meal and half a bottle of champagne mellowed Amy’s misgivings, and they spent the evening watching the film Titanic, imagining themselves as Jack and Rose, but with a totally different outcome. This time Jack had contacted Mo who had reprogrammed a planetary drone to adjust the Earth’s magnetic field, changing Captain Smith’s heading and saving the ship.
Although Amy and Daniel were sharing the king-sized, double bed in Room 624, there was to be no sex. Even if she was inhabiting an alien body, Amy was going to maintain her principles. Kissing and cuddling were allowed, but that was as far as it went until they were coupled. Daniel was the perfect gentleman and had learnt to keep his tumour under control and, when they had embraced to kiss goodnight, he had resisted his body’s urge to fuck her.
The following morning Daniel switched on the television as he went into the bathroom, leaving Amy lying on the bed clicking from channel to channel. She passed a familiar-looking image and then started randomly pressing buttons on the remote control trying to return to it, ‘How do I get the picture back?’ she called out. As Daniel walked back into the bedroom, naked, Sally followed his path, unable to take her eyes off his genitals, ‘I’ve gone too far’, Amy said as Daniel got onto the bed. ‘I need to go back to another channel.’ He took the remote and, pressing the scroll-down button, stepped back through the channels one by one. Then, without Amy saying a word, he stopped. The scene on the television screen was in a bathroom and the character, a young male, was looking into a mirror and watching himself morph slowly into a creationist! The snout was short, but in all other respects the transformation was almost perfect. The face had long-white, canine fangs, emerald green eyes and a thick mane which flowed from the crown of its head. ‘He’s beautiful!’ Amy said. Daniel studied the buttons on the TVs remote and pressed the info button. The movie scene was overlaid with lines of text which read; Teen Wolf - In this 1985 classic directed by Rod Daniel, Michael J Fox plays a typically morose high school student who isn’t popular with the other kids. He joins a dysfunctional basketball team and finds himself going through some rather peculiar changes. Having inherited werewolf genes from his father, he is becoming a TEEN WOLF! . . .
He pressed the button to restore the movie, ‘You were right, creationists must have been on Earth before,’ he said.
Two hours later Amy, Daniel and the Ghost of Mrs. Perkins were standing before a statue of Anubis in the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Fifth Avenue. The figure was crude and the paint was chipped and faded but the features were unmistakeable. The plaque on the display case said the statue had been found in the tomb of the Egyptian pharaoh, Tutankhamun and was on loan from the Cairo Museum. As Daniel studied the statue, Amy was flipping through the museum guide, ‘It says here there’s a sandstone wall plaque showing Anubis being worshipped by humans. Let’s go and-’ Before she could finish the whole building shook as the terrorist bomb exploded in the subway station at Wall Street.
The bespectacled woman standing next to Daniel instinctively grasped his arm, ‘Oh my God, an earthquake!’ she said, turning to find her husband.
Panicking, the Ghost of Mrs. Perkins started circling Amy and Daniel calling out, ‘Haamiah is here! Haamiah is here!’ The three ran together through the museum and out onto Fifth Avenue. Nobody seemed to notice or care about the translucent appearance of the woman accompanying Amy and Daniel as they ran down the sidewalk, heading towards Washington Square Park. There were no cabs to be had and those that passed were all heading north. What should have been a twenty minute walk back to the hotel took them nearly an hour, as they fought their way through the crowds trying t
o leave Manhattan Island on foot. They ran through the park, heading for Spring Street, but twice found their route blocked by NYPD patrol cars, the officers turning away anybody wanting to approach the Wall Street area. Eventually they found a way around the blockades and back to the hotel.
When they got to their room, Daniel switched on the television and selected the news channel. As the screen came to life it showed an aerial view of the devastation at Wall Street, zooming in to show the massive crater where the subway entrance had been. With the exception of the emergency services, the area around the intersection of William Street and Pine Street was deserted for several blocks in all directions. The Ghost of Mrs. Perkins was now almost hysterical, terrified at the thought of an angel being only be a few blocks away. She was drifting back and forth across the room continually mumbling to herself, ‘Haamiah is here, Haamiah is here.’
Ignoring the ghost, Amy turned to Daniel, ‘We can’t wait any longer, Daniel. We have to tell Mr. President what is going on!’ Amy was collecting their belongings and packing them into the suitcases as she spoke. She paused and turned to Daniel, ‘How are we going to get past the police blockades? And how will we find Mr. President’s white house? And what if-’
Daniel held his hand up to stop the flow of questions. He turned to the ghost who was still mumbling about the imminent arrival of Haamiah. ‘It’s time you started earning your keep!’ he snapped, ‘Director Hedrick sent you here to help us, so start helping! Find a way to get us out of Manhattan.’
The Gatekeeper had passed within metres of Amy and Daniel as he walked along Spring Street back to his hotel. He had abandoned any attempt to reach Penn Station, as the whole transportation system had been shut down. His encounter with Rampel had been far too close for comfort and he wanted to put as much distance between them as possible, any distance, even if it was only a few blocks. He looked out of the penthouse suite window. The street below looked like a scene from a doomsday film. No pedestrians, no taxis or trucks, just an eerie silence occasionally broken by the sound of police car sirens and the drone of helicopter rotors. He would have to stay in the hotel for another night, but this time there would be no showing off in the bar, he would lay low and hope that Rampel returned to Creation empty-handed.
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