Portraits of a Multiverse Part XCVI

Of a Multiverse:

…It was always the same every Friday night with everyone rushing home from the factory to their home and families even in this grim place.

But for some reason Michael drawled home as he had nothing to go back to other than television and a small damp room since his wife died…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part XCV

Of a Multiverse:

…he was breathing hard from running after the killer through the streets of down town. He stopped leaning against a near wall with one hand with his head bowed, breathing heavily.

He looked up to see the killer at the end of the ally standing there looking as if he had not been running and smiling.

‘What the fuck!’…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part XCIV

Of a Multiverse:

…Pain sheered through his arm as the thing bit deeply into his arm. He started to wonder if this was a fools errant to rescue his progeny from these beasts!…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part XCIII

Of a Multiverse:

…She blankly stared at her bloody hands turning them over seamy studying them but with out much understanding why they were bloody. It felt to her like a nightmare which she would soon wake up from.

A scream of a woman near by suddenly made reality flood back to her and broke her trance…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part XCII

Of a Multiverse:

…He howled with frustration as his quarry fled underground though the manhole in the road which strangely had been conveniently left open!

His head snapped to a dark ally near by as he thought he heard the cackling laughter of someone there…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part XCI

Of a Multiverse:

…’Explain to me what he exactly said and do not leave anything out!’, he said with a definite menace in his voice. He leans back in his chair arching his hands together intensely staring at the man across his desk from him.

The man gulps, visibly starts to sweat and starts in a low faltering voice, ‘Well, he said someone did something to fix a problem but it went wrong in spectacular way…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part XC

Of a Multiverse:

…’Who in the hell did that man think he was!’, he thought as he walked down the dark sewer with scowl on his ugly face.

He blurted out loud to none in particular, ‘I should of killed the smelly man for his arrogance to even talk to me. He called me a paradox!’. He fell back into a grim silence but there was this nagging thought in the back of his mind something was wrong…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part LXXXIX

Of a Multiverse:

…She sat there deep in thought in the Café watching the night time world pass outside its windows. The rain giving the world a speckled look through the windows almost as if it was not real.

She jumps with a start as a voice near by said, ‘Hanna never look too close as you will see echoes of things not there any more!’. She turns to where the voice came from to see no one near her in the Café!…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part LXXXVIII

Of a Multiverse:

…It was a cold night as he ambled towards the meeting at the gallery. He really did not want to go to the meeting as it would be yet another boring round of politics and socialising.

He thoughts were rudely interrupted by someone walking into him almost knocking him off his feet. He turned towards where the person should have been to find he was alone on the street…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part LXXXVII

Of a Multiverse:

…’The world has changed but it the change was not perfect as those who can are seeing echoes of the world before it changed’, said the dark eyed man as he stood up and started to pace the room as if he could only think on the move.

He continued, ‘I and few others only suspect when it happened but are pretty sure why it happened though how it exactly happened still eludes us. All we know a Mage or group of Mages, yes will workers, did something which changed everything but left echoes of what was before…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part LXXXVI

Of a Multiverse:

…He felt the anger rise in his chest like a ball of fire after he talked to Hanson who simpered before him after giving him a message from that dam Will Worker. Sometimes his servants were so sycophantic it was so annoying to a point he wanted to kill them for their lack of backbone.

He closed his eyes and composed himself fighting down the anger as after all he was a Prince and had to be rock in these hard times.

He opened his eyes and looked at Hanson and he continued in a level tone, ‘He said what?’…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part LXXXV

Of a Multiverse:

…it had been a long night in the Library for her as she rubbed her eyes out of fatigue. The words on the books page were starting to get blurry and she took this as a sign to stop for the tonight.

It would be dawn and time she made her way home anyway as the sun would not do her any good. All this for the Prince to find out about that dam will worker…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part LXXXIV

Of a Multiverse:

…he pulled his cloak even tighter around himself against the cold and driving rain which seemed to be coming down even harder than before he left home. It was almost telling him he was a fool to go out on a night like this and punishing him for doing so.

But he has an errand to do for his master which was one of many since the coming of The Company to London town…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part LXXXIII

Of a Multiverse:

…his arm was painful and his shirt was starting to feel damp with blood leaking out of the gun shot wound. He was getting too old for this adventuring and tomfoolery.

Tyler was wondering just why he left home to help a friend out of the stupid mess he got himself into by looking into things best left alone here in the City. But as always his curiosity always got best of him…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part LXXXII

Of a Multiverse:

…he sat on the bench rocking slowly backwards and forwards not really paying attention to the world around him. He slowly became aware of a hand on his shoulder and a woman’s voice and he slowly looked up at a concerned face of a woman looking at him.

‘Mr Thomas your wife has returned and asking for you…