CHAPTER 3
WARMING UP YOUR SOUL
PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA
FEBRUARY 2008
Edward leans toward his son's bed and mumbles:
"So sorry... sorry for having left you for so long...! And had to be this moment to bring us together my son..," responds a commiserate Dad holding his son's hands... who is not even able to say a word. Just a deep painful sound coming from his over sized lips which are covered with a dry and nasty tissue like.. a mix of blood and pus.
Edward is next to his son's bed. A sad view since his son is in the early stage of an skin reaction called Steve-Johnson's syndrome.
Tears come down from his son's eyes and... as he tries to take a long breath he just ends coughing away in pain. Frank is fourteen and full of life. But as he holds his dad's hand, he strikes a fist into the air, as wondering why it did happen to him. Edward is almost in tears too, and keeps quiet. The IV's and cardiogram machines are not new to him. at least 130 over 90 is a good sign of his vital records.
"Edward had just divorced his wife and due to a domestic quarrel, they decided to stop seeing each one...even if their kids had to suffer in the end. A hard decision and perhaps an answer to my rebellious soul. Their kids were not able to see dad Edward for eighteen months and that was really bad for all of us. Sometimes I long for completeness and a warm voice, even if it is from a stranger... that's the legacy I inherited from my great grandparents," finishes saying Martin, who sits on the corner of that hospital room in his own "timing bubble".
"What happened to one of the brother's that never was born?" asks the Majestic with a concerned voice.
"You've seen it in the quick search bio scanner Sir," says Martin kind of bothered. "My point is that... certain things make no sense until we realize they were part of a plan. There is an explanation to the unborn child, like there is a explanation to all the geniuses that changed the world. Most of them were on the verge of not making it into existence," says Azery as he grabs his chin. "I'm clueless Sir, but the Edisons and the Newtowns and the Einsteins made it even though they were considered less than average children. Do you think there was some intervention from another group of interested parties?" asks Martin with a remarkable curiosity. "Now you are tuning in, Martin. Let's find out where in the world are your colleagues in this very programmable moment and due time framing."
OVER....
CHAPTER 6
FORBIDDEN LIASONS
LINDEN,NEW JERSEY
DECEMBER 2008
CHAPTER 9 2 A.M.
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Retired and veteran Mark decided to transport the 'cargo' into New York city. His vengeance will be fulfiled when he makes it thru New Jersey. "Martin, you cannot do nothing to stop that second rendevouz. Was done and is part of a past history," says the Master as he relives those terribles moments...
"Now to the facts Martin. You have broken another serious rule son. The fact that you fell in love with Sarah, who is not physically present since 2072 A.D. And for all terms..!! she is dead now and actually was married at the moment of meeting her. This makes the relationship despicable and unacceptable in all terms. It seems that in the name of love, you went beyond the limits of our dimensional parallelism and took a chance to make contact with her," says the Master with an anger never seen until now. "From the beginning we knew our own ways and... I knew the risk of improving our own lives or let ourselves be taken by our own past, Sir. Part of my training was dedicated to the study of humanity in its most inner aspects and interrelations..," responds Martin agitated and just merely convincing. "Well it goes both ways Martin, even you!! became more human by acting according to your own believe... and let yourself get carried away by what common sense taught us since our early existence." Martin gets cornered with his own principles and tries for an answer to get ready for more. "You asked me Sir the definition of love and I was honest: The most beautiful meaningful feeling that still keeps us going. Have you ever asked yourself... if you ever really found a true loving soul mate?", inquires Martin as the Master gets knocked down mentally. "I know what you mean and certainly my academic knowledge filled that void that...I recognize I experienced denials and confronted my own frustrations. The study you did is going to raise a lot of problems and perhaps would shake the whole foundation of our own morality as we see it today son," says the Master as he slides open a gate as a sign of being done with the report...
PAST MIDNIGHT
FEBRUARY 14, 2009
Sarah wakes up with a sound that opened her second floor bedroom window. Her eyes still half opened try to focus on her walls and her personal belongings . She notices that her computer desktop was still on. Frowning and yawning she decides to log in again into one of her favorite chat room. The noise took away her sleep. She finds the usual friends and some new nicks. Suddenly most of them get kicked out except her and three chatting friends more: Insomniac, desperado and a 'fallen angel'. This nick brings her attention right away.
bored wife: hi
fallen angel:yes, hi...
bored wife:is weird all the rest got kicked out of the system
fallen angel: you are right, there is the four of us..
bored wife: so why you are a 'fallen angel'
fallen angel: long story, but need to gain my wings
bored wife: so you are not real?
fallen angel: well, I use a human body to make my deeds, he doesn't even know
bored wife: you pulling my leg now..and what's that guy name, who you say you are using?
fallen angel: his name is Gabriel...
CHAPTER XXI
PAST MIDNIGHT
ELEVEN HOUR, VETERAN'S DAY, 2011
The guys park by the LINDEN PLANT. They jump quickly into the refinery and put into practice the suicidal deed. "Altron? what did you do for god's sake," asks the Dean. "They waited for the eleven hour and that day of november was marked as november the eleventh..."
So in a way you did influence your great grandfather to write about things he was gonna witness later, huh?...
PENSYLVANIA TURNPIKE
SAME HOUR, SAME DAY
CHAPTER 32
HELP US NOW
ELIZABETH,NEW JERSEY
DECEMBER 2011
Soon, as we predicted, our writer got himself in trouble and that morning the FBI came to his house. Two black cars, showed up outside. A woman and 3 guys walk into his apartment. Edward is resting but his door is knocked intensely. " coming...hold on..," he says with certain disdain... "Good morning Sir, my name is Michael Smith from the FBI," the black suit says as she shows his credential. " Hold on, my tax returned was filed correctly to the best of my knowledge...," says Edward kinda surprised. " No Mr. Swift, is regarding your writing and all the things tha happened on November... we wanna ask you some private questions if you don't mind.."
"Not a problem sir, I'll be glad to help you in whatever i can."
All the members come inside and check around. "You will have to fix this mess Altron," says master Aziery as they both see the scene...
" Our records and our experts from TRU-BOT have concluded that you knew somehow this events before hand Sir..," assures the woman with nice green eyes. "I'm just a writer with lots of imagination, dont know where it comes from but I just write and write...is my thing"
"Sir, we will have to take you to our headquaters in NEWARK, and the sooner the better, says the heavy set Mr. Smith as he fixes his prompter.
