The Journeyman........the morning after
Monday, early - VERY early.
My head hurt like Hell, its neighbours and their allotments too. I was once told to never mix drinks as it leads to hangovers. That's based on grape and grain not playing nicely with each other. What you get from mixing medical grade alcohol with bargain basement off licence vodka and whiskey is a coupling that seem fine when they first meet but they do not act like adults when they wake up in the morning and realise what they had done.
What made it worse was we had total failed. Of a demonic presence there was nothing out of the ordinary to be found. A&E was full of pain and misery, human and as close to human they would never know they had anything else in their ancestry; Oh and a couple of minor Fae who had managed to padlock themselves together and were suitably embarrassed to not be suspects.
"This isn't working." I stated with as much warmth as a frozen fish finger. "Just get me somewhere quiet as these f'ing angels are really screwing with my head."
Ludo had the good grace not to speak, but from behind me I could hear the huge sniggering grin spread across his face by the rifts of his own universal tones. We went somewhere, I cannot remember the path I rode nor the faces I saw, they were all of little consequence. The pain in my head was worsening but matched by the pain in my heart for all the lost souls I cannot save for my lack of progress. More lives will be lost because of me and my failings and although the thumping agony between my temples makes all my thoughts retreat before they could be born into mind but with everything I am I could not shift that one thought from before my eyes.
"We have lost." I cried and Ludo replied with words I cannot remember or repeat but they offered no condolence or solution. I beat the arms of the chair and instantly regretted it so I cried tears as large as raindrops in a thunder storm.
Ludo pushed me past a familiar corridor full of cartoons and imagery on every wall. They danced out at me and I pushed back into my chair, they were horrors to behold and fell upon me from the walls. I shielded my eyes and dared to peer through my folded arms that crossed my face and they were back on the walls once more full of smiles and wide eyed purity.
There were grieving relatives and Doctors and nurses all hushed and British within the ward; other children were sleeping as best they can.
The music picked up and I banded my head with my hands to silence it; How could angelic beings that care for us drive such noise around them. Ludo pushed me faster past an almost empty waiting room and thumbed a code into a door set into the side. He was home and I was back to where Xanthic had rescued me only hours before.
"I can clean it a little......" Began Ludo.
"Just get out!" I screamed in pain. "I don't care I just need silence for five minutes to get my head sorted. I need to be in peace." A migraine not exaggerated by light but by noise had gripped me and in this small room Ludo's background aura must have increased because the his now familiar deep bass was now sounding something akin to the Death Metal an ex boyfriend used to listen to in his car when he picked me up and actually thought it would turn me on as he drove.
Ludo hovered half in and out the door, hiding his bulk behind it for safety. "Is there anything I can do? Aspirin or anything?" He asked.
I pulled a smile with all my strength and said yes I would like that and uttered a very basic apology.
Ludo mirrored my smile and pushed the door open feeling safer again. Behind him in the corridor was a single figure hands over her face and crying quietly in the waiting room; poor woman, I could empathise with her pain.
"Just the aspirin." I said again as a prompt to entice him to leave. "And turn that bloody screaming music OFF!" I yelled as it raised its volume way past 10 to brain splitting levels. My eyes scrunched up as acidic tears filled my eyes and a blinding flash of pain hit me. I opened them to see if he was going; he was stood there in indecision whether to come to my aid or leave me in peace and I saw clearly the grieving mother drop her hands to her side, in a heart beat she was out of her chair, face contorted into anger and evil, eyes as red as fresh blood and boiling with rage, nose hooked and boned and teeth rotten and blackened. There was only a few strides between us which were covered in two strides. With strength not obvious by her size she swept Ludo off his feet and bodily threw him down the corridor where he hit hard and loud into the double ward doors. The hag thing was inside the room, fingers reaching and now touching my throat, the Death Metal screamed at me as I felt her breath on my skin. The music ceased, the wretched figure pulled back and with a metallic scream of electric guitar she shot forward her mouth wider than humanly possible; then I felt her teeth break my skin.
My head hurt like Hell, its neighbours and their allotments too. I was once told to never mix drinks as it leads to hangovers. That's based on grape and grain not playing nicely with each other. What you get from mixing medical grade alcohol with bargain basement off licence vodka and whiskey is a coupling that seem fine when they first meet but they do not act like adults when they wake up in the morning and realise what they had done.
What made it worse was we had total failed. Of a demonic presence there was nothing out of the ordinary to be found. A&E was full of pain and misery, human and as close to human they would never know they had anything else in their ancestry; Oh and a couple of minor Fae who had managed to padlock themselves together and were suitably embarrassed to not be suspects.
"This isn't working." I stated with as much warmth as a frozen fish finger. "Just get me somewhere quiet as these f'ing angels are really screwing with my head."
Ludo had the good grace not to speak, but from behind me I could hear the huge sniggering grin spread across his face by the rifts of his own universal tones. We went somewhere, I cannot remember the path I rode nor the faces I saw, they were all of little consequence. The pain in my head was worsening but matched by the pain in my heart for all the lost souls I cannot save for my lack of progress. More lives will be lost because of me and my failings and although the thumping agony between my temples makes all my thoughts retreat before they could be born into mind but with everything I am I could not shift that one thought from before my eyes.
"We have lost." I cried and Ludo replied with words I cannot remember or repeat but they offered no condolence or solution. I beat the arms of the chair and instantly regretted it so I cried tears as large as raindrops in a thunder storm.
Ludo pushed me past a familiar corridor full of cartoons and imagery on every wall. They danced out at me and I pushed back into my chair, they were horrors to behold and fell upon me from the walls. I shielded my eyes and dared to peer through my folded arms that crossed my face and they were back on the walls once more full of smiles and wide eyed purity.
There were grieving relatives and Doctors and nurses all hushed and British within the ward; other children were sleeping as best they can.
The music picked up and I banded my head with my hands to silence it; How could angelic beings that care for us drive such noise around them. Ludo pushed me faster past an almost empty waiting room and thumbed a code into a door set into the side. He was home and I was back to where Xanthic had rescued me only hours before.
"I can clean it a little......" Began Ludo.
"Just get out!" I screamed in pain. "I don't care I just need silence for five minutes to get my head sorted. I need to be in peace." A migraine not exaggerated by light but by noise had gripped me and in this small room Ludo's background aura must have increased because the his now familiar deep bass was now sounding something akin to the Death Metal an ex boyfriend used to listen to in his car when he picked me up and actually thought it would turn me on as he drove.
Ludo hovered half in and out the door, hiding his bulk behind it for safety. "Is there anything I can do? Aspirin or anything?" He asked.
I pulled a smile with all my strength and said yes I would like that and uttered a very basic apology.
Ludo mirrored my smile and pushed the door open feeling safer again. Behind him in the corridor was a single figure hands over her face and crying quietly in the waiting room; poor woman, I could empathise with her pain.
"Just the aspirin." I said again as a prompt to entice him to leave. "And turn that bloody screaming music OFF!" I yelled as it raised its volume way past 10 to brain splitting levels. My eyes scrunched up as acidic tears filled my eyes and a blinding flash of pain hit me. I opened them to see if he was going; he was stood there in indecision whether to come to my aid or leave me in peace and I saw clearly the grieving mother drop her hands to her side, in a heart beat she was out of her chair, face contorted into anger and evil, eyes as red as fresh blood and boiling with rage, nose hooked and boned and teeth rotten and blackened. There was only a few strides between us which were covered in two strides. With strength not obvious by her size she swept Ludo off his feet and bodily threw him down the corridor where he hit hard and loud into the double ward doors. The hag thing was inside the room, fingers reaching and now touching my throat, the Death Metal screamed at me as I felt her breath on my skin. The music ceased, the wretched figure pulled back and with a metallic scream of electric guitar she shot forward her mouth wider than humanly possible; then I felt her teeth break my skin.
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