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Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE, AND JEREMY 79 Black and white image on a scanner. A deep voice says, “Dark Shadows 3976, VTR number 1-9-08, AIR 1-20-08, DRK 79…” at the same time that a man with semi hairy arms holds up a clipboard that separates with the same information on it that the man just stated. Damon nodded, “Will you look at that? Those ghosts are playing havoc with my scanner screen…what does it mean?” Jesse waved, “Ahh, they’re just annoying. This place needs an exorcism.” Damon frowned and moved a dial on the scanner controls under the console top. “Ahhh,” Jeremy frowned also, “Forget about them.” “I’ve been trying to trace some remnant particles of the…” “You think he might have exploded?” Jeremy jumped closer to Damon. “We’ve seen him explode hundreds of times….” “Jesse, this isn’t funny…” Damon wondered what he meant, “It’s been difficult but… I’ve managed to track the residue of him and, well, maybe him, and his TARDIS.” Jeremy asked, “So you think that planet is where the Doctor is?” Damon squinted, “Affirmative. I believe it is. And…” he moved nearer to the wall the scanner was projecting onto. “It looks a little familiar to me.” “What year?” Jesse asked, “I mean you told us it was Christmas time when the Doctor was thrust…excuse that word, into another vortex…” “Squeezed would be more like the word,” Damon said, “It looks so so familiar.” “Well, what planets have you been to?” Jesse asked, “If it’s like the Doctor, it’s probably almost an infinite amount…” “Not that many. I only have been sent to observe…” “Sent by…?” Jesse asked. “The High Council, of course,” Damon shrugged as if they should have known this. “The High Council of?” Jeremy queried. “Time Lords, of course,” Damon sauntered over to him. “So you came from Gallifrey?” Jesse moved to them both. “Yes. Oh, I know it was some time ago. And the Time War destroyed the planet…” “The Time War?” Jeremy dropped his shoulders, “Oh. I thought you’re being here meant the Doctor was wrong…that Gallifrey was still around in the present. Our present…his present.” He shut his eyes, “This time travel stuff is still a bit tricky to us…” “It might be, just that I know that it and I…perished somehow in it,” Damon nodded. “I…I’m….Damon…are you sure?” Jeremy asked. In a matter of fact way, Damon said, “I think so. It’s difficult to tell but my own personal timeline…” “You’re not supposed to look at that, aren’t you?” Jesse smiled, glancing at Jesse. Damon blushed red. “No, not really. Suppose that’s the Doctor’s influence…I did. I found it ended at the Time War…” “And…” Jesse hesitated, and then went ahead and asked, “You’re okay with that?” “Something strange has happened to time. I was out on my usual tours and saw this nexus point so came here. Then I realized, time, well, changed somehow. I was meant to die in the Time War. I’m okay, as you say, with that, because if that is how I was meant to die, it is how I was meant to die. I’ve lived a very long life. Well close to 2000. I’ve seen a lot. Why I haven’t yet died, when the rest of Gallifrey seems to be not in the here and now, I’m not sure. I also know that you two …are not the cause of it, why time changed or why the Time War effects seem to be changing and why I’m alive. I wasn’t sure at first…then when I heard you rant and rave about the Doctor, I knew you must have been two of his companions…” “A great more than that,” Jesse murmured. “What?” “Jesse.” Jeremy scolded. “Damon, I…I’m sorry…” “It is all right. I am prepared for my own future, whatever that may be.” Jesse waited a beat before asking, “So you can cause it to rain?” “A small excitation,” Damon said, “The Doctor showed me how to do that.” Jeremy looked at his wrist watch, “It’s almost time….” “Trouble is, how can we keep most of the people out of the harbor, out of harm’s way?” Jesse wondered. “I…I think I know how,” Damon said and moved to a far end wall. He opened a white closet, the parting of the wall almost seamless with the sleek roundels of the ship’s interior. From within the neatly stacked shelves… “He’s as neat as the Doctor…” “Not…” Damon brought out a small device, “If you think you can wear this on your ear and let it lay around your neck, the wire I mean. The wire will cause your vocalizations to attract almost every human being that will be outside to you…even humanoids who can’t really hear you with their auditory canals…” “Talks like the Doctor.” “Yeah…” “…” Damon tilted his head. “…will be drawn to where ever you sing like a magnet.” He stood up, held it out, and moved over to Jesse. “Like flies to shit.” Jesse took it. “Yes, if that is the word for feces and those annoying pests that liter the air around human waste…” Damon said, a bit bewildered by this kind of talk, “If you feel you can sit still and sing through all this.” “My friend,” Jesse put his arm around Damon, “When I sing, I do anything but sit still…” “It will work in tandem with my TARDIS hum…to comfort others…” Jeremy looked at them, “I think with Carolyn’s help, we can quickly convince the Blue Whale owner—Harvey Keitel by the way…” “WHAT?” Jesse gasped. Keitel came to fame in the early films of Martin Scorsese. “Voted one of the 100 sexiest stars by Empire Magazine…” Jesse leaned in to Damon’s ear, “He’s not by the way…nice man, though…” Jeremy cleared his throat and went on, “…to get you to sing there. Place looked pretty dead…no pun intended…the last time I was there…” “Yeah,” Jesse said, “And I’m just itchin for a gig…” “A ..gig?” “Yeah,” Jesse said and kissed Damon on the cheek and ran out of the TARDIS. Damon felt his cheek. “Oh. Oh. My.” Jeremy came over to him and kissed him on the other cheek, “Thanks for helping us. And I know you’ll help us find the Doctor too, once all this mess is over with.” He ran toward the door. “I…thank you. For that. I don’t know what that was exactly. I’ve not observed humans on Earth for very long. I have seen you and the other one do this with each other and the other one do it with the one called Robin…” Jeremy turned and looked at him. He laughed. “It’s the kiss thing. I’m sure you must have heard about it.” Damon smiled, bewildered. “I think…I think I quite like it.” “Good,” Jeremy said, “C’mon, we don’t have much time…” “What I need to do, I have to do from here,” Damon said, a bit flustered and red in the face. “I have to set up the sound and the vibrational intonations…” “The good feelings that will attract the crowd?” “Yes as you say. And I must ready the atmospheric excitation. I’m not as good at it as the Doctor is.” “Most people are not as good at most things as the Doctor is…at most things…” His smile faded a bit. Damon came over to him and held his right arm, “Human. Jeremy. I will help you find the Doctor. I’m anxious to see him again, myself.” Jeremy had looked down in sadness but now he looked up, as Damon smiled at him. “Thank you for that, Damon. Thanks for coming clean.” “Cumming? Oh, I know about that, too. I have seen Robin and Jesse, is that his name? I have seen them cumming often. You, as well, with Thomas Connelly.” After a pregnant pause……”Uhh, yeah,” Jeremy said, “You were watching us?” “I had to check you out. Make sure you were not causing the Time Distortion, the History change.” “Time Lords are just…creepy…” Jeremy shivered and shuddered in an exaggerated manner, and began to walk out, “Make sure you lock this…” Before Jeremy could make it outside, Jesse came back inside, almost colliding with him. “Jesse? What’s wrong?” Jeremy moved past him to the airlock area that linked the inner and outer doors, “Is someone out there?” “No, no, nothing like that…” Jesse shrugged and turned red in the face. Damon came over to them to listen. They turned to him. “It…it’s rather a silly thing, really,” Jesse averted their direct eye contact. “What?” Jeremy grabbed his hands. “I just…it’s the TARDIS. That TARDIS hum. It’s…it…it’s just good to hear it after so long…of not hearing it.” “I know what you mean. It’s comforting and relaxing. Reassuring. I mean this TARDIS hum is slightly different to our TARDIS hum but it is good to hear one again.” Jeremy turned to Damon. Damon smiled, “It’s not uncommon to travelers separated from their TARDIS to feel the emptiness of the hum and the TARDIS itself…” “We…we’re gonna go…” Jeremy pointed outside and let go of Jesse. He used his free hand to gently shove Jesse’s shoulder and push him out of the grandfather clock. “Lock these doors…” Jesse, outside, said, “He’s creepy.” “I think all Time Lords are creepy, cept for the Doctor…” “Really? What about the time he….” As they walked off, Damon’s TARDIS scanner’s audio did not pick up the rest. “Yes, I will. We are…creepy.” Not sure what he meant by saying this to himself or indeed, why it made him creepy to them, Damon pulled the door handle on the console that automatically made the doors shut and lock. Both the outer and inner airlock doors were shut tight. “I hope that means something good.” He put his hands together and reached bursa escort bayan for the console, “Now to get to work…” The day was sunny and hot. Dick Grayson and Jeremy moved around the pier while Jesse went to The Blue Whale with Carolyn. Adam was still caring for Quentin in the old broken down building. It wasn’t far from the broken down Collins Rectory, off Pine Wood Road, the heavily wooded area that would keep most tourists away. Adam didn’t dare remove the chains even though Quentin had returned to his human form. He was sure Quentin, even in human form, was under Laura’s spell. Carl Kolchak was with Angelique, looking for the altar of the Leviathans. He felt very uneasy with someone who looked like the witch he had fought and indeed, claimed to have been the very witch at one point in her lives. Joe Haskell also moved about the piers. He had his eyes on the boats and ships, looking for cult members. In the Blue Whale, Jesse set up his music with a makeshift band, a typical sixties band. The sounds of fireworks filled the day. Some were small sounding blasts from fireworks, some were louder explosions from the M-80s that men in their twenties and male teens set off. Some were fathers of families showing their kids a good time. The blasts and cracks that filled the air were continuous and constant. It seemed like such a normal Fourth of July… Collin’s Bay, that great stretch of sea on the Eastern side of the huge, beautiful peninsula, one of hundreds on the Atlantic border, was dotted with ships of all sizes. To Jeremy, it seemed impossible that so many ships could actually fit in the bay. Many moved downward from the bay toward Shipwreck Point, past Widow’s Hill and beyond. The islands below the peninsula, such as St Eustace Island (noted for its castle keep structure that all but engulfs the island), the tinier Collin’s Island, and farther away island called Little Windward. Few if any tourists and shipping vacationers dared enter the more Northern Hatter’s Cove, due to its proximity to Collinwood itself, however a few did. Some docked on the sides of the small semi beaches there. Due to the trees, just about the top of Collinwood could be seen, the huge bird perches that used to be built so birds could fly down and eat garbage during garbage strikes. Even the smallest points seen stirred onlookers’ goose bumps. The more remote areas of Collinsport were set between Harrington and Millbridge, huge areas of land, forests, tiny islands, that just begged for strange time and space events, monsters, and the supernatural to hide in. Collinsport was well known for seeming to move around in time and space somehow, off the maps, taken out of many history books due to the family trying to cover up the strange goings on. But today, Maine, and Collinsport in particular, was just another town celebrating the Fourth. The public beach further up, even more Northern, was packed with people sunbathing, swimming, skim boarding, surfing, and walking. The air seemed still contrasting with the noise of partiers, children, fireworks, and a slight warm breeze. “Calm before the storm,” Jeremy wondered. Horror, true horror, is all the more frightening when it takes place in full day, not during a lightning and thunderstorm or at night. Jonathan Hart and Jennifer snuck around the brick corner of the caretaker’s area on the Collinwood grounds. “Darling, look…” Jonathan squinted in the sunlight, holding the side of the building. “It’s them and look at what they’ve got…” He saw Ben Rolf trying to pull the painting away from two cult members, two younger men in red capes and wearing little else beneath. Jennifer put her hand over her brow to see better, “It looks like he’s finally resisting…” “Come on but not too close,” Jonathan said. As they moved to the door, it suddenly opened. The taller cult member punched Ben on the chin and Ben fell backward into his wife Marian, who screamed and snarled at them in her great Karen Black-ish manner. The two men ran out, holding the Quentin painting between them. “What luck,” Jonathan said. Jennifer shrugged, “You always had luck…” “I got you, didn’t I?” He turned, kissed her and ran. The two men saw him and ran. Suddenly, a small dog, Freeway, ran across their path, causing them to fall. The painting skidded across the cement paved road that cars used to get to the garage and the caretaker area. Jonathan ran for the painting. “Good dog, Freeway!” Max was not too far from them, holding the leash. Jonathan grabbed the painting but the second cult member rose up, a bulky man, if not the taller of the two. He sported the long hair of all the cult members and Jonathan could see his bulging muscles beneath the cape, arms as big as cinder blocks, abs of steel and a huge chest. He ducked but still was hit…in his own chest and went down. “Jonathan!” Jennifer ran toward them. The taller cult member took up the painting and ran, with it, on his own. The painting was large and slowed him down, however, he had a huge head start. The bulky man was intent on finishing Jonathan off, taking out a knife from somewhere on his person. Jonathan shook his head, “Now, just where were you hiding that?” He shook his head, “No, wait, I don’t wanna know.” From behind the man, Jennifer hit the cult member with her pocket book. It made contact with his head. The man spun round. He laughed. Then he crumbled to the ground and was unconscious. “Are you all right, darling?” “Yeah, sure,” Jonathan stood up with help from both Jennifer and Max. “But, uh, either you have a strong left pocketbook or…” “Yeah, Mrs H,” Max said in his gravel voice, “How’d you do that?” Jennifer opened her pocket book and took out a red brick. “A trick I learned from Tara King…” Max took the pocket book and the brick and looked at them. Jennifer made him put the brick back inside. Jonathan shook the bewilderment out of his head and looked toward the taller man, who was just entering the woods. “He’s entering the picnic area I think…and he’s got a head start…” Jennifer puffed, “Are you okay to go after…?” “I have to be. I want that painting…” “It’ll never go with our living room décor…” Jennifer joked. “Come on, darling,” Jonathan gasped and ran. She grabbed back her pocket book, brick inside, and ran after Jonathan, who, as usual, had a big head start on her. A TV set up over the bar had James Darren moving down a red hallway, past a red couch, moving after a ghostly woman who was far ahead of him. The girl went outside toward another building, a one level, old hotel with a slated roof, looking Mexican in origin. A James Darren voice over said, “I wanted to run. But I had to follow her. I was trapped in a whirlpool that kept sucking me in deeper and deeper. Where was I going? Why couldn’t I fight it?” At the Blue Whale, drinker Bob Rooney asked, “Come on, Harv, what is this stuff on the TV?” Bob slammed a drink onto the bar. From Harvey Keitel waved him off, “It’s a movie, my buddy James Darren’s in the thing. It’s called Venus in Furs. You’ll like it, if you shut up enough…” Bob waved him off now. Harvey was standing on the stage where Jesse was set up with a microphone, a band behind him. Tommy Connelly was at a table and went up to Bob and said, “It’s on one of the first VHS tapes. Looks good, huh?” “I’ll say…” Bob said as James Darren was shirtless now and in bed with his co-star. They were hugging and kissing but nothing overt was seen. “Kid,” Harvey shook his head, “Look, I’m letting you do this gig based on the word of that nice, old recluse, Elizabeth Collins…” “I heard that,” Elizabeth said as he entered the Blue Whale. “So…THIS is the famous Blue Whale I’ve heard so much about…” Harvey turned and went over to her and kissed her hand, “No offense, lady…your word is good enough for me as I was about to tell the kid…” “Well, if you put it that way…” Jesse nodded and covered the mike with one hand so no one could hear him, “Don’t worry, pops, you’ll love this music…” He turned to his band, the Cowsill family. “You guys and gals think you got the songs down pat?” They acknowledged they did. Jesse was impressed. It was just a short time they had to learn the songs. Barry and Bob were on guitars. Jesse thought, “God, they’re cute.” John was on drums. “God, he’s cute, too.” “Jesse, do you have the wire on, yet?” “Huh?” Jesse asked as he tapped the ear piece. “Yes, Damon. Otherwise, how’d I hear you?” “Wrap the wire around your neck.” “What?” Jesse said, “Oh.” He put the wire from the ear piece which went down his sexy shirt just for show, on his neck. “Done.” Susan was a little girl who was on a microphone, too. Jesse turned, “I’m so glad you guys were here. I know I’m a virtual unknown but…” “Save it, guy,” Barry said, “We like your style, we like your lyrics, and we’ve put aside all differences to help you.” “Thanks. You’ll never know how much this means,” Jesse smiled. He thought about Barry. He wanted so much to warn him about staying out of New Orleans. Hurricane Katrina would take his life. Jesse thought about the Doctor. Could he warn Barry? Would that change time as the Doctor is always going on about? nilüfer escort “Some things can be changed,” he heard the Doctor say in the past, “Some things we can affect and produced an effect. Other things we must not try to change since they can be changed but mustn’t!” Jesse sighed. “If only I knew the difference when which was which or when when was when.” If this wasn’t so serious an issue, he’s laugh at those very thoughts. He also remembered the Doctor saying, “Some things no matter how hard you try to change them, can’t be changed. If you try, you can make things worse, or make more people suffer and the end result might be the same: death for the one you are trying to save and maybe others…” Fredrick Forrest, whom Jesse was sure would go on to play the first captain in the TV show 21 JUMPSTREET, was at one of the tables not far from the bar. Everything was so antiquated in this bar, Jesse thought as he set up the first song, “You guys ready?” “Yes,” they all said. Bob Cowsill nodded, “Perfectionist…” Another frequent bar fly, George McCoy came in, took his hat off and nodded to Elizabeth, “Liz Collins, how nice to see you here…” Harvey in a good natured manner, nodded to him, took his hat and put it on a wall hanger, “Buzz off McCoy, she’s mine…” Liz shrugged, “For now…” then she winked at George. Jesse raised his eye brows. Looks like ole Miss Stoddard is after some. He began the song. He prayed within that it wouldn’t cause any anachronisms in time. George looked at the TV set, “Change this crap…c’mon Harv…” Harvey nodded to the bar tender, who changed the channel. A news reporter was talking. “And the raid on Entebbe Airport, just hours ago, left Lieutenant Colonel Netanyahu dead by a sniper’s bullet. Five other Israeli commandos were also killed. Although three of the hostages were killed, the operation is looked at as a success since 100 hostages were freed. The six terrorists, a mix of Palestinian and German descent, were also slain, as well as 45 Ugandan soldiers, some of them snipers.” Jesse, who had been about to open his mouth to sing, stopped, looked at the report and was wide eyed. It was as if the terrible thoughts and news of both the New Orleans tragedy in the future and the raid were trying to stop him. As if some outside force were making him focus on the evils of the past and the present, delaying his singing. Could it be the devil itself? Walking with Robin along the pier, Jeremy asked, “What the hell’s taking Jesse so long to start? There’s still innocent people all over the place…” And he was correct. Children were lighting firecrackers. Men and women were walking along. Parents were watching teenagers blow off M-80 fireworks along the concrete path toward the park. Robin shrugged. He was signing autographs of children and other fans. Many were young teen girls who were in love with Robin…or as Jeremy guessed, Robin’s thick, hot legs. “I don’t know but he’d better get these people away from me. I’ve out here to fight and protect them, not sign autographs…” “In the weeks before the raid, the Israeli government sought peaceful, political ways to end the crisis but the terrorists were not biting…” Jesse began singing the song…. Sunday night I feel so low Count the hours they go so slow (Jesse looking at the grandfather clock ticking away in the grand hall of Collinwood) I know the sound of your voice Can save my soul (Jesse recalling the Doctor talking to him…and talking and talking; Jesse smiled then and smiles now as he sings). City lights, streets of gold (Jesse thinks about all the cities on Earth in past and present times as well as future that the Doctor has shown him; he recalls a planet where there were actual streets of gold…and how the Doctor told him the final paradise will have streets of gold…) Look out my window to the dark shadows below Moves so fast and it feels so cold And we’re all alone (Jeremy peering over Jesse’s shoulder as they share a look out the window of their room at Collinwood…and see the wind blowing tree branches across the sky, down falling….to the dark brown leaves and green grass below…) Don`t let me die I`m losing my mind (Jesse grabs his hair with one hand and makes as if he is pulling it out, which he feels like doing because the Doctor is gone so long to him…even if it was just a week or so…it felt like much longer; perhaps he’s forgotten that he and Jeremy were in other times and places just before arriving at Collinwood…or were they?) Time Lord baby just give me a sign And now that you’re gone I just wanna be with you And I can’t go on I wanna be with you Wanna be with you I can’t sleep and I`m up all night Through these tears I try to smile I know the touch of your hand Can save my life (A time when the Doctor reached out to pull Jesse’s hand to save him from some danger; Cybermen, Daleks, a fall off a cliff; and when the Doctor throws the tree bomb at the dinosaur to save Jesse’s life in 1813 near the Red woods in England) Don`t let me down Come to me now I got to be with you some how Repeat Chorus (Somewhere, a bald monk who looked like Patrick Stewart of STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION, looks up from his cross-legged, sitting-Indian style position…his eyes open wide…in terror and in love…at the same time) (As Jesse continued to sing, he thought about the craziest thing…this song was given a version by Disney Channel. When he worked there as a younger teen…or was it one of the times when the Doctor took him back to do some work for the Disney Channel? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t always remember when they came back or if it was his life before the Doctor….BD…so to speak…it didn’t matter now. The song was made into a version that had lyrics like I JUST WANNA BE WITH POOH…Winnie the Pooh. Jesse thought that funny. It was made into a video. He wondered why something so trivial came to him now. Perhaps the trivial things are the things that are important…in a way. He also thought about was his life better now? Did the Doctor and time and space traveling make his life better? Look where he was now…lost in another time…away from his family and friends. How he could question that was beyond him. He had Jeremy…just that alone…he was aware of Jeremy before meeting Jeremy. He never actually met him until they had, together, saved the Doctor that first time. He had seen his movies and thought about how hot Jeremy was…even thought about how it would feel to be with him…and somehow secretly he feel in love with the idea. That dream came to pass thanks to the Doctor…and oddly enough, the Master’s plan. Even if he never saw the Doctor again…and that made his throat almost stick as he sang…he would have Jeremy and that warmed him…but he wanted the Doctor back…he and Jeremy both did.) And now that you’re gone Who am I with-out you now I can’t go on I just wanna be with you Repeat Chorus As Jesse sang, hundreds of onlookers toward the pier, came to a decision to go to the Blue Whale. Some thought it was to eat. Some thought it was to watch TV, some thought it was to hear the band…and this group were partly correct. The girls that had Robin signing, turned to look at the Blue Whale from across the way. They shrugged. One left Robin with her autograph paper in his hand. Jeremy smiled at him. “He’s doing it.” Robin held the pen and paper out, “I don’t know if I should feel grateful or…disappointed. I’ve never had so many fans leave me. Nor girls leave me for another…so fast…” “Jesse’s has that effect on women…and on a number of healthy gay boys, too,” Jeremy laughed. Robin looked at him, put the pen into his utility belt and held out the autograph, “Want my auto?” Jeremy took it, “Hey, yeah, sure.” He put it in his pocket. “Are you sure people are in danger?” “Yeah,” Jeremy said, “But look at how many ships are coming in… “Now, we must strike now!” Laura Collins was yelling. She was on one of the Collin’s ships. David was with her and smiling. She had her arms on David from behind, wrapped around his neck and shoulders, like a loving mother. But she was far from that. Jeremy squinted, “Do you see that?” “What?” Robin took a small red pair of binoculars from his utility belt. He handed them to Jeremy. Jeremy took them, used them, and then put them down from his eyes for a few seconds to give Robin a double take. “What?” Robin smirked. “You’re so weird…” “Yeah.” Robin smiled and put an arm around Jeremy’s shoulders. Jeremy looked again. On the bow of the ship now, David stood, erect, with Laura behind him. She put her hands up to the clear blue sky. Many of the picnicking families picked up their baskets and blankets and headed out toward the Blue Whale. One small family, two children, a redheaded boy and a redheaded girl, a blond mother and a red haired father, stayed. They wanted to enjoy the sun and fresh air. Six cult members came from the woods. They had been in waiting. They moved toward the family, long knives in their hands. As the parade of firework ships came to rest on the side of the pier, cult members, long red robes on, came forth. Some merely türbanlı escort put their robes on. Jeremy and Robin looked all around them. Robin punched one hand into the other, “Bet they didn’t expect so many ships to come in early and have people head to the pier.” Many people didn’t even know why but they decided to go the Blue Whale. It was, of course, Jesse’s singing, aided by Damon’s device that tingled most of the people’s senses. A subliminal message embedded in the music as well as a desire to hear more of Jesse would get them out of harm’s way. A man on a yacht in Collin’s Bay said, “Let’s go to this fab place called the Blue Whale.” A woman, drinking from a wine glass, raised it, “You’ve been there before, darling?” “What? No, just that…I’ve got to go…” “Oh…well, if we must…” “We must…” A family turned around their boat. The woman asked he husband why. He pointed to the two children, a boy and a girl. “We wanna go to the Blue Whale,” they both said at the same time. “What’s the Blue Whale?” “A restaurant…” the man said, “I think it’s…I think I know where it is.” The wife accusingly asked, “You’ve been there before?” “No, never,” the man shook his head. And so it went like this almost all over….a few stayed behind…but most moved toward the area of the Blue Whale. Hundreds of ships and boats docked. Beachgoers left the beach and became Blue Whale-goers. Jeremy used the binoculars again. “Laura looks quite upset. I’m guessing she wanted the fires to consume as many people as she could on the water. But now…” Robin put a fist into his opposite palm, “Now, the people are headin’ to the Blue Whale and it’s time for me to whale on the cult members…” “Because if they can’t have the people sacrificed one way, they’ll try the other…” Robin nodded, “Don’t worry about them, I’ll take care of them.” As Robin ran to “greet” some of the cult, Jeremy said, “But there’s too many of them…” “How many?” Robin turned and kept running, backwards. “I guess about 100,” Jeremy called. “Only that many?” Smirking, Robin shrugged, “Easy…” Jeremy called on a walkie talkie, “Mister Kolchak?” “We’ve found the altar.” Carl called back. “Angelique’s destroying it now.” “Good,” Jeremy said, “Any sign of the…” “They just appeared…and God, they’re ugly…” Oberon, a pasty faced Leviathan which looked male, appeared from thin air. First, he seemed like a carpet of brown maggots in the air, hanging. Then, his form materialized into a man wearing a satin purple robe, hood up. “We will not permit that.” Angelique had already waved her arms over the altar and it cracked in two, “Sorry, too late.” “No!” A female Leviathan appeared. This was Haza. “You shall suffer…” Angelique laughed, her patented laugh. “Oh, and what shall you two do…to me?” Carl hid the box behind his back. Robin was making short work of the cult members. One slashed a knife at him and Robin put his arm up and back. He feigned. He put his fist in the man’s face as the man lunged. BAM! He tried that again on another and for his efforts, a long cut was made on his forearm. Robin looked at it, “Only makes me madder!” He kicked the man’s stomach… OOOOOFFF! POW!!! … and soon, about ten cult members were on the ground, unconscious. Robin saw about ten more moving onto a docked ship. People were trying to get off it. He ran to them and kicked out with both legs in opposite directions. CRAAACK!!! The people on the ship had been three couples. Robin could detect that they had been drinking but not heavily. The cult members were attacking them when Robin lunged into two of them from behind. He bounced two heads together… THUNK!!! THAWACK! Robin re-did his split leg thing and soon, five were unconscious, one hanging his arms over the edge of the boat. “Get outta here!” One of the women yelled, “We’ll call the police!” You do that, Robin thought as he punched in two directions, taking two more down. SOCK! WHAP!!! That left three more. Two came up behind him. They held his arms. The third came at him from the front. Robin jerked his legs up and double feet kicked into the man’s chest. WHAM! He reeled back, holding it. Robin then threw one of the men on his shoulder at the other and jerked his body backward. The two men hit each other and Robin pressed on their backs to make them smash into each other faster. SPLATTTT!!! As Robin took down several more, he saw people starting to move away from the area and toward…the Blue Whale. As a cult member came at him with a knife upraised, he punched the man in the chin and looked at the exodus. “Holy Pied Piper!” He smiled and kicked up at two more cult members. Jesse continued to sing. As he sang a new song…there was a business man type sitting in the bar, taking notes. Jesse didn’t notice him. Yet. He started to take notes on the fast song Jesse sang. It was Allright, Allright, Here’s My Fist, Where’s the Fight by Sahara Hotnights as featured on the ALEX RIDER soundtrack. Jesse noticed him but kept singing anyway. He spotted more and more people crowding into the Blue Whale. He wondered if there would be room for all of them. Others began to arrive. Jonathan Hart ran after the cult member who had the Quentin portrait. He noticed the man ran toward a cliff where several people were sky diving. “What’s he doing?” He puffed, but didn’t slow down. He kept on running. The cult member ran past the people who asked him what he was doing. He ignored them and dove off the cliff. Jennifer, who was tailing Jonathan, gasped, “Jonathan!!!” She joined him at the Cliffside where the two of them stopped running…like normal people when they see a cliff, they stop. Jonathan and Jennifer looked down but they saw the red cape of the cult member zooming back up. Jonathan pulled Jennifer backward. The cult member was using the red cape as wings. They flapped and rode the wind. The man rose with it, laughing. “It’s like an old Flash Gordon cliffhanger serial!” Jonathan started. “He’s getting away!” Jennifer gasped. “With the painting!” Jonathan looked around, moved over to a man with the sky diving straps in his hands. The man was preparing to attach himself to the sky diving device. “Darling, pay the man…” Jonathan took the straps out of the man’s hands. “Now wait a minute!” The man yelled in protest but Jonathan just put himself into the rig. “I’m fully trained in this…” Jonathan leaped off the cliff and followed the cult member into the air. “Will this do?” Jennifer handed the man a check. “Look hon,” The man didn’t yet look at the check, “No amount of money will…” then he looked at the check. And passed out. His partner, a man, caught him in his arms, dropping his own sky diving rig. Jennifer looked out from the cliff. “Jonathan! Be careful!” “It looked easier when Buster Crabbed used to do it!” Jonathan yelled. “WOWWIE!” From a fiery cave, Diablos yelled, “We need sacrifices!!!!” “I call upon you, Leviathans that be, empower us!” Laura raised her arms. Jesse began singing a new song. It was “Good to Be Here…” by Rooster. As the song played, the man watching him, wrote some more notes in a pad. You’re waiting for the night to come Your eyes start shining as the sun begins to fall The feeling something’s going on An unseen gravity starts pulling you along (Bridge) Someone’s by your side (Jesse thinks of the times Jeremy came up behind him to join him and then move to the front of his body to protect him from some villain or monster…) you came alone it’s fine Every one in here is with you (Jesse smiles into the crowd) (Chorus) Can you feel it take a look around? Can’t you hear it? (Laura has zombies rising from the water…these are both recent dead and ancient. Some are just bones, some are flesh and blood, some have worms on them…there are sailors from the sea…victims of vampire and werewolf alike…victims of storms at sea…Tim Braithewaite, John Hart, and many others. Laura starts laughing uncontrollably) Sure is good to be here There’s no reason We can’t get off the ground (Jonathan Hart is flying after the cult member who has the painting.) So come on, throw your hands up (Jesse does just that as he sings but then remembers this old fashioned mike has to be hand held to his mouth) Sure is good to be here with you (Zombies come up from the water and get onto a boat that Robin is clearing cult members off of) Jeremy yelled to him, “Robin, lookout!!!” (Jeremy runs to the boat and Robin jumps down, zombies grab them from ahead and behind, a zombie lifts Robin off the ground from behind, while one starts to move in and try to bite his upper leg…you know, the part where he’s really, really hot…) Your feet are lifting off the ground Floating weightless as you’re held up by the crowd Reactions speeds up then slows down You feel like screaming but you can not hear a sound (Jeremy felts a zombie choking the life out of him…he looked as his head was jerked back and for a short time he could see the half flesh, half skeletal face blandly, unemotionally, tensing physically to kill him, its own eyes raging at him in a detached sort of manner, cold seaweed covered hands around his neck…and he could swear he could feel the bone of the zombie’s middle fingers on both hands digging in; his air was being cut off; he saw the thing’s face and chest but soon Jeremy’s eyes start bulging out of his head, he can’t even scream…)

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