by Ahadi, Kion
“Who are you, how did you get in here?” Paymon demanded.
“We are a gift from your boss for all your hard work,” one of the women replied. She spoke English with a Russian accent. The woman was in her mid-twenties, had long straight blonde hair, blue eyes and a very attractive face. Her friend standing next to her was of similar age with glossy black hair, dark brown eyes, and appealing features.
Paymon felt his heart beating faster. He was unsure what to say.
“Well can we come in or should we tell your boss you did not appreciate his gesture?” the dark-haired woman said in a teasing voice, she also had a Russian accent.
“Ok come in,” Paymon said moving aside to let the women in. He closed the cabin door feeling slightly disorientated.
The women strolled about elegantly in their high heels looking around the cabin. They playfully picked up documents and pouted, before dropping them with carefree abandon. The dark-haired woman took her thick fur coat off and tossed it on the ground. Paymon gasped at the view. She was only wearing sexy dark red lingerie, with suspenders and stockings. Her body was voluptuous and alluring. She smiled wickedly at Paymon’s reaction.
“Oops,” she whispered and then turned around and slowly bent over to pick up the coat she had just discarded. Her movement was slow and deliberately revealing. Paymon looked away embarrassed.
The blonde walked over to Paymon and turned him around so he faced her. Her coat was now open at the front and resting lightly over her slim shoulders. She too was wearing sexy underwear, but hers was pink. Paymon couldn’t help but look down at her full and well-formed breasts.
“I know you like what you see,” the woman said softly as she let her jacket slide off her body completely. Paymon felt terrified and yet excited at the same time. He had never been in a situation like this before with such beautiful women. For twenty seven years of marriage he had been faithful.
“I am married… this is indeed a very generous gift… but you must both go,” he said stuttering.
The blonde woman ignored the jumbled words. She ran her finger along Paymon’s shirt and then slowly knelt in front of him. Looking up at him submissively she whispered, “We are here now. Let us stay for a little while.” Then she began undoing his
belt. Paymon was furious with himself for being aroused. He could feel the woman unzipping his flies, her touch was so delicate. What harm could it do? Megan need never to know. It was a gift he thought to himself. The blonde woman tugged at his boxer shorts and expertly began caressing his manhood. Paymon closed his eyes. Images of Megan came into his head. How could he hurt her?
“NO STOP… you have to go,” Paymon said forcefully pushing the blonde woman away and readjusting his trousers. Regaining his composure he added, “I will pay you both for your time and order you a cab. I apologise, there has been a mix-up. I will ensure Mr Aleintchev knows you did nothing wrong!”
The blonde looked surprised and disappointed that her charms had failed, but experience told her this was one man who would not be enticed any further. Frustrated she stood up and put her jacket back on. “Very well call us a cab,” she said after a few moments.
The next twenty minutes waiting in the cabin for the cab to arrive were very awkward. The women had turned frosty and impatient after realising their amorous advances had failed. How fake and empty they were, Paymon thought. When they finally left he was glad to see the back of them.
***
As planned, we had been with Nadia’s grandparents Peter and Mary for a few days; they had an exquisite house by Malibu Beach. They were both retired and had revelled in driving us around the city. We had done plenty of sightseeing with them as enthusiastic tour guides. In a relatively short time we had developed a strong bond. However, there had been a notable intensification of earth tremors since our arrival. Nadia and I knew this was a precursor to a huge earthquake as the Pacific and North American tectonic plates shifted.
The ground shook causing the shelves to topple over scattering the books and decorative ornaments in all directions. Nadia held her grandparents close as we waited for the tremors to cease. Again the ground shook violently causing furniture to rattle; plates in the kitchen could be heard crashing to the floor. The beams and foundations of the house creaked and groaned as they tried to withstand the strain.
“Well if we had known the arrival of you two young lovebirds was going to cause such an upheaval we wouldn’t have invited you both to stay,” Peter said, as we all clung together tensely.
I couldn’t help but smile; this man had amazing grit and spirit.
“They do say when you are in love the ground tends to move,” I replied.
Peter let out a hearty roar of laughter.
We waited apprehensively as the minutes passed, but there were no more tremors. Eventually we all cautiously walked over to the settees and sat down. Nadia and I sat next to each other with her grandparents sitting on the adjacent settee.
“The tremors have been getting more intense,” Peter said looking at us thoughtfully. He was a handsome man with thick white hair and kind green eyes. He had an air of pride and chivalry about him.
“Everyone is expecting a large one to strike soon,” Mary added, her light brown eyes twinkling with magic. Her face was kind and beautiful; her white skin had only minor wrinkles while her long silver hair was tied back neatly.
I glanced at Nadia. “We need to convince them to leave with us tomorrow. The mega-quake will devastate this region,” was the thought that she transmitted to me. Since our visit to Mount
Shasta we had been able to read each other’s thoughts clearly. The unification Cheveyo had performed had unlocked our telepathic powers completely.
“It won’t be easy. They will not be willing to leave their home behind,” was my telepathic reply.
“We have to try,” Nadia sent her thought back.
“It is not safe here why don’t both of you leave for London with us tomorrow?” I said abruptly looking at Nadia’s grandparents.
They each looked perplexed by the suggestion.
Peter spoke first, “This happens often across California; a few tremors are not going to cause us to up and leave,” he said with a dismissive hand gesture.
“It is unfortunate we are having some intense seismic activity during your visit, but this is not uncommon so don’t worry yourselves needlessly,” Mary added.
“We need to be more subtle,” was Nadia’s telepathic message.
“What Cyrus means is it’s not just the seismic activity. It would be great for you to return to London with us both for a visit. I know Mum and, well, especially my dad would appreciate it,” Nadia said.
“Your father and I have never seen eye to eye,” Peter responded with tension in his voice.
Nadia shifted her tone and it was soft and sincere as she looked at her grandparents. “Time is always limited. Family is what really matters and that is why you should come and clear the air, Grandfather. It would mean a lot to us both if you came to London. I will also be able to introduce you to Cyrus’s parents, as you weren’t able to come to our wedding…”
It worked. Nadia’s words had an immediate and visible affect on her grandfather. His eyes began to water causing him to look down at the ground. Mary took his hand in hers.
“We understand dear, we would like to make you both happy,” she said warmly to Nadia.
Peter composed himself and said gently, “Yes we would, sweet child.”
Nadia had amazing power to provoke emotions and get a positive response. “You make things so simple no one can say no to you,” I sent my thought to Nadia.
“What I said came from my heart. Good people can never deny a request from the heart of someone they love,” was her reply.
Nadia helped her grandparents secure their tickets online; luckily there were seats available on the same flight back to London as Nadia and I had booked. I tried to call my mother to tell her the news, but there was no answer on the phone, so I
left a message. We spent the rest of the day tidying up the house and securing fragile belongings in case of any further tremors. Nadia and I knew this was a futile endeavour and we didn’t want to alarm her grandparents. We both knew the imminent earthquake would herald a tsunami that would utterly devastate the coastline.
***
Dajjal stood in the vast underground chamber head and shoulders above the throng of bodies. He shouted furious orders like a demonic slave driver. Hundreds of lizard beings swarmed around the docked cargo vessels unloading weapons and supplies, which were then hoisted onto antigravity platforms and taken deep into the heart of the underground complex. The cargo vessels had descended from the skies above Earth, dropping into the ocean like teardrops. Once in the waters they had travelled downwards to the base of the ocean to reach secret entrances leading to the underground facility. They had been sent from enormous Ari-an spaceships that orbited the Earth. The gigantic mother ships, some several miles long were invisible to the juvenile radar technology of humanity. Many had arrived from outposts across the solar system while others had come from further out in the galaxy.
Over millions of years, even before the rise of humans, the Ari-an Empire had drilled deep caverns within the Earth which spread across the globe in a network of interconnected tunnels. Besides the main city under Valletta, many other underground bases existed, some remaining in the minds of the surface humans as myths and legends. During prior cycles of evolution on earth the Ari-an had infiltrated surface-level human civilisations and implanted the seeds of the dark path in the minds of those who were receptive. During the preceding cycle they had made significant progress in pushing the minds and hearts of humanity over to the dark side. That had been the era of Atlantis which was the most technologically advanced civilisation humans had attained in the history of the earth. The cycle had ended with the destruction of Atlantis, but with the intervention of the forces of light the mass energy of humans had not tilted enough towards negativity for the planet to be totally plummeted into darkness. The existing surface rulers of the planet were all secretly in cahoots with the Ari-an Empire. They consisted of thirteen elite human families who could all trace their bloodlines back to Atlantis. During that cycle they had first made a common pact with the Ari-an to help enslave the planet, an agreement which had been carried over into the current cycle. Many military bases had been set up over the entrances to ancient underground cave systems by the surface-level human puppets as a front for the operations of the Ari-an. The humans were not allowed to explore the deeper levels, which were guarded by Ari-an technology. Those unfortunate enough to bypass the technology and wander too deep into a secret cavern would normally get lost and die from starvation. If they were really unlucky they ended up as food for the wandering Zendari.
The first surface onslaught to mark the end of the current cycle by the Ari-an was planned to be across California after the huge earthquake struck the state. The underground chamber where Dajjal stood roaring his commands was connected to several tunnels: one leading out to the Panamint Mountains in Death Valley, while the others led to the Mojave National Preserve, Fort Irwin, Edwards Airforce Base and Deep Springs.
Nergal looked on at the ant-like mass below from a high watchtower near the roof of the chamber. The white-haired android had been relegated to a mere spectator since the reappearance of Dajjal in the body of a Black Draco. A profound hatred emanated from the lifeless eyes of the android. He despised Dajjal; he would have his revenge on him when the time was right. For this Cyrus would prove very useful, Nergal thought, with a sinister grin forming on his artificial face.
***
I woke up with a sudden jerk, Nadia was shaking me.
“What’s the matter?” I said half asleep.
“Cyrus we need to leave now, the earthquake will strike very soon, maybe in only a few hours. We can’t wait till morning,” Nadia replied.
I felt fully awake like someone had poured freezing cold water over my head. Instinctively I knew Nadia was right. She was a being of light; they had an intuitive connection with the natural world.
“Ok but your grandparents aren’t going to like…” before I could finish my sentence the room shook from a minor tremor. It sprung me into action. I grappled for my clothes in the gloom. As I finished dressing I could hear commotion in the hallway and knew Nadia had got her grandparents moving. I picked up our packed bags at the end of the bed and headed out.
“Where the hell are we to go at this hour?” Peter asked me in the hallway.
“Let’s just take the bags downstairs and get them in the car. We can decide where to go then,” I replied waving him towards the stairs.
He moved, but then paused at the top of the stairs. “It would be safer to stay put here. We don’t want to be driving on the road when or if the quake this young wife of yours is convinced of strikes.”
“We are going to Sedona, it will be safe there,” Nadia said as she emerged from her grandparents’ bedroom at the far end of the corridor. Mary was close behind her.
“Sedona! That is around 400 miles from here and over seven hours’ drive away,” Peter exclaimed.
“Stop arguing dear, Nadia is obviously convinced we should all leave now, she is concerned about our safety. We can always come back when we want to,” Mary said. Peter shrugged his shoulders defeated and then headed down the stairs. I followed after him. We made our way through the kitchen and then into the utility room. A door here led straight into the garage. There were two cars parked here, but there was plenty of space for at least a couple more.
“We will take the SUV,” Peter said opening the boot. We placed the bags in the back. Nadia and Mary got seated and comfortable.
“I will drive,” I said as I took the keys from Peter and got in the driver’s seat. He sat in the front passenger seat without comment. I pressed a button and the garage doors began to open. I switched on the car headlights. It was just after midnight so it was still very dark outside.
“Where in Sedona do I need to go?” I asked Nadia telepathically.
“Somewhere in the desert just head towards it and I will know when we get there,” was her reply.
I quickly programmed Sedona into the GPS. I drove slowly out the garage and down the private driveway of the house. We reached the front electric gates and they slid open as I pressed the remote. I turned left onto the main street which would lead out towards the famous Pacific Coast Highway. As we turned onto the main road I glanced in the rear view mirror and noticed a car parked near the entrance to the property. As we drove off the car behind us turned on its lights and began to follow.
After nearly an hour of solid driving we made it to Route 2 through Angeles National Forest. During the day this drive across the forest would have been very scenic, but late at night with few other cars on the road it was spooky. The car which had first started following us after our initial departure was still hot on our trail. It was definitely not a coincidence. Several thoughts crossed my mind about who it could be – none of the prospects filled me with hope. I had alerted Nadia to the fact we were being followed, but we did not want to alarm her grandparents with the information yet.
“You do realise we are being followed don’t you?” Peter said, as if reading my mind. You could tell he and Nadia were related!
“Yes, I noticed them after we first left the house,” I replied glancing at him briefly.
“Can you hear that low humming noise?” Mary asked. At that moment the car engine suddenly started to cut out. I maintained my calm and brought the car to a gentle stop at the side of the road. The car behind us seemed to have vanished or cut their lights, perhaps. It was hard to tell as there was no street lighting on our current stretch of road.
“What’s the matter?” Peter asked, looking at me slightly perturbed.
“I don’t know. I will check the engine,” I said clicking the bonnet release and then getting out of the car. It was very dark outside as even the car lights had gone out. I
opened the bonnet and looked at the engine with a torch I had taken from the glove compartment. I was no expert, but I knew instinctively there was nothing mechanically wrong. Was this a trap? I closed the bonnet. Peter, Nadia and Mary had gotten out of the car. Peter stood looking at me with a worried expression on his face. Nadia had her arm around her grandmother.
“The humming noise is getting louder,” Nadia said. She was right. I could also hear a faint rumbling sound which was growing in intensity. The air felt like it was vibrating with energy.
“What on earth is that?!” Mary said open-mouthed, pointing behind me at the sky.
As I turned, the forest slowly became bathed in a brilliant bluish light. Above us, in the night sky was a huge spaceship. It was triangular and gently glided across the air. Considering the size of the craft it made hardly any noise at all. It was hard to see any specific detail as it was quite high in the sky, but there were several pulsing lights underneath it. I knew instantly the spaceship was not of Ari-an origin. It had probably caused our engine to malfunction; some spaceships used a certain type of antigravity technology that interfered with electrical and mechanical systems.
We all stared in amazement. After a few seconds the craft was directly above us, then accelerated and shot off at incredible speed back along the direction we had come. A low murmur was the only evidence as to its passing. As I watched it vanish, the light it cast momentarily illuminated the road behind us. The car which had been following us was parked at the side of the road about eighty to one hundred metres away.
“Everyone back in the car now!” I shouted sensing danger. Nadia’s grandparents, still in shock at what we had just witnessed, were startled by the intensity of my order, but they complied immediately. I stood alone outside the car considering the options: should I go and investigate? Or should I drive off? I was certain the engine would start again now the spaceship had passed. I got back in the car and turned the ignition. The engine stuttered. I tried again. It groaned coming back to life. I drove off feeling some relief. I glanced quickly in the rear-view mirror, no sign of our pursuers.
