Sunday, April 12, 2015
Doctor Jekyll Mister Hyde Transformation
In the Baker Street Universe I've spent an entire weekend presenting different ways of looking at the mysterious Hyde character from the Robert Louis Stevenson story, "The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde."
Above is a pictorial presentation of how the transformation progresses.
Enjoy!
(New) "The Eighth Ring of Hell" A To Hell and Back Story by John Pirillo
"The Eighth Ring of Hell"
A To Hell and Back Story
Swimmer, also known as Ryan
Stone to his friends, and Squad Commander the Triple A squad, hunched down
behind the outcropping off North 41 coming out of Vegas. It was a little
traveled road, and for good reason. There was hell to pay there during the
summer, because the nearest gas station was a hundred miles away, which had no
water unless you bottled it in and no food unless you liked eating Little Debbie's,
the only food the station carried, or probably could afford.
Swimmer
had stumbled upon the station in a delirium. He had just escaped a very, very
dark place, but without his support. They had fallen back to cover his escape,
so he could bring the big guns back with him. It wasn't going to happen. He was
stunned, dehydrated and beaten.
Oh, and
by the way, there are regions...not really on our world...we call them
rings...where hell resides. Each hell caters to the beliefs of those who have
imagined them into existence. You see, the problem with human beings is that
their thoughts are so powerful, that when they fear something enough, they
actually create it at some point, in some place or another. Thus Hell. And more
than one version. All nasty places, all places a smart person would rather have
no part of. Not that only dumb people go to hell, they're actually more filed
up with smart people than the other way around, because smart people think they
can get away with anything. But they're wrong. No one gets away with anything.
Ever. Not in the long run, sometimes not even in the short.
Anyway,
he had survived. They had survived. The owner of the station turned out to be a
little known angel...literally...named Michael, who looked after those doing
the work his kind carried on for the Big One upstairs.
He had
awoken on a crusty counter, devoid of anything but Little Debbie's, chocolate doughnuts.
Michael was gently dabbing his mouth with a swab of cloth from bottled water he
had sprung into, and poured liberally over Swimmer's body.
"Thanks."
"Sorry.
It's the best I can do. Angels thrive on Little Debbie's."
"So
I hear." I told him, trying to laugh, but my face was too dried up and
cracked. It hurt like hell from the sunburn I had gotten. Never march three
hundred miles in the hot deserts of Vegas. It's begging to be hurting.
"Your
men are safe." Michael told him with a gentle smile.
"My..."
"They're
safe too, but one of them will need a few weeks to recover her pride."
I gave
him an odd look, but he said nothing else.
"What
did you say your name was?"
"Michael."
I
pointed upwards slowly.
He
nodded.
"The
Big One?"
He shook
his head. "None of us are any bigger than the other. It's a humble thing,
you know."
"Yeah."
I agreed, not really knowing what to believe.
I had
just escaped the Eighth Ring of Hell and had stumbled into a gas station run by
an angel, whose name was Michael, and sold only gas and Little Debbie's.
"You'll
be better in the morning when they find you." He told me.
"Find
me? I'm already found."
He just
gave me that odd smile and said no more.
I
managed to get my feet under me, and dropped to the concrete flooring. Big
mistake. I collapsed like a rag doll. He rushed around, though I don't remember
the sound of any footsteps, even though he was wearing thick boots. He came to
me and lifted me as easily as if I were no more than a bag of feathers and set
me on the counter again.
"I
don't want to mess up..."
He
grinned. "Too late. Here."
He gave
me another Little Debbie. Damn! If it didn't actually boost me as soon as I bit
into it. My mind became sharp as a needle.
It had
been 0800 hours. Our team had been chasing a cluster Demon. It's a rare one,
but very dangerous, because it can multiply itself, and believe me, when I say
multiply, I don't just mean to ten. We had followed it all the way from Vegas
across Red Rock Canyon, over the Vegas Valley desert and heading towards
Mohave. It was fast. We were faster. Equipped with sand sails, we used the
winds, which usually gusted quite a bit through there, to propel us on our sand
slays at over sixty miles an hour. The cluster demon could make just barely
fifty.
We
corned him in Baker, before he could reach the city proper and diverted him
back towards Vegas again, thus avoiding him killing everyone in Baker, and
making sure we could battle him on grounds where we held the advantage. Were we
stupid!
He
reached the 41 and took off like a bat of hell. We swept after him, barely able
to keep him in view until he cut off the narrow paved road and began jumping in
enormous leaps up a raw hillside, where aged sandstone boulders and granite
spikes rose threateningly in the air.
"Blue
and Red teams to the left. Green and Yellow right." I ordered and we split
up.
My team
caught up to him just as he triggered the Doorway. We called them doorways,
because they sort of looked like them. But bigger, much bigger. Demons don't do
anything in miniature. Everything's big and grandiose. This is why you don't
want one rampaging in a city or town. They won't just take one soul, but all of
them they can.
We
plunged through the doorway, not even seconds after the cluster demon, but
still too slow. He had already managed to lunge ahead along a narrow path that
ran around steep black mountains next to a liquid fire ocean that slithered and
sloshed at its base, casting very hot and bright flares of light upwards, so
that any clothing it touched seared and threatened to catch fire.
I turned
to Digger, my right hand man. "Anything?"
He shook
his head. "This place is new."
Shaker,
who was vibrating a mile a minute, shook his head, which was quite an event to
see, as his whole body was already shaking so bad it hurt to watch. "This
place is a different vibration from all seven hells, Swimmer."
I shook
my head, discouraged. Another hell. God! How many were there?
Almost
as if answering my question." Digger shot back with. "I told you
there were probably more."
I gave
him a stern look. He shrugged.
I
sighed, and then we put on a burst of speed, limbering our Flingers for the
upcoming battle.
We
reached a hard turn that began to climb steeply, and widening as it did so. We
finally crested the top, our bodies straining from the effort, sweat stains
over every inch of our uniforms. The cluster demon stood on the top of the
black mountain, its ravenous purple eyes fixed on us. It began to cluster.
"We're
so..." Digger said.
"Screwed."
Shaker finished.
"Not
if I can help it." I told them, and began firing my Flinger. The whole
time I held my trigger finger down, I thought of my daughter, and what would
happen to her if I didn't get back home. I had lost her once. I would never do
that again. "Never." I swore as I ran out of ammo and the last of the
demons launched itself at me, reaching out with lobster claws to skewer my
throat. Instead, I skewered it with my regulation knife.
It fell
to my feet and I scrunched its head into mush, then looked up just as one of
the cluster demons, that had not died put on a burst of clusters. I grabbed
over my shoulder and reached for my grenade launcher. They were miniature
atomic bombs, clean ones, that only blew up and killed things, didn't leave any
radiation traces behind.
The
cluster demon's forms continued to multiply. I blew up first one, then the
other, but there were always ten more than the last time I fired. Digger and
Shaker joined in and we began to catch up. My teams converged on our position
and we laid down a blanket of highly volatile short range missiles that
rearranged the shape of the mountain top. When the dust settled, all that was
left was blood and guts. Demon blood and guts, which is just totally
disgusting. Imagine living inside a slaughter house, with all the sewage of the
world dumped in there for flavor, and you have just a glimmer of how awful
their smell was.
We
looked at the remains and the holes in the mountain top, and then made a short
camp. I looked at our teams. "Okay. This place is new. Let's not wait to
find out how new. Got me?"
"Yo!"
They all answered.
"I
signaled them with my right hand and we all hustled down the mountain, seeking
the doorway we had entered through. Usually the only way out of hell was the
same way in, but sometimes the devils changed things, laid traps. They were
quite crafty, if somewhat ambitious. I finally was able to take in more of the
details on the return hike.
The
black rock we had been traveling over was not rock at all, but condensed bones
of humans. Every now and then a piece of the rock would move, revealing a hand,
or a mouth, or a set of eyes. All of them reaching towards us, pleading for
help.
It broke
my heart, but I knew we couldn't save them. Anyone down here, up here, wherever
in the hell this place was...they were out of our ability to make a difference.
All we could do was hope to stop more from being trapped.
We
reached the doorway. It was open.
I had
been sweating the possibility of it being closed, but it appeared to be just a
fear, nothing more. But as soon as we approached the doorway, a burst of demons
broke forth through the doorway, and shook their way free of the black rocky
ground about us.
In
moments we were fighting for our lives.
That was
when my good people had practically shoved me through the doorway. They could
hold their own, but no way could they all make it through without half of them
biting it.
"Penny
for your thoughts." Michael told me.
I looked
up from the counter at him; he had another Little Debbie held out for me.
"This
will be the last one."
I nodded
and reached for it. I took it and dragged it towards my mouth to take a bite. I
bit.
Then I
felt a hand slap my face really, really hard.
I
blinked my eyes and Mustard was squatted next to me, sucking on her hand, which
I had just bitten. "What were you thinking?" She spit out to me, her
eyes bloody red from anger and sun stare.
"Always
thought you tasted better than you looked." I quipped.
She
reached a hand up to slug me with this time.
Digger
caught it.
"Welcome
back, Commander."
Everyone
gathered around me and as I rose, I could see how weary and beaten all of them
were.
"Where's..."
I started to say as I realized a very important member of our teams was
missing.
"She's
back a mile, nursing her pride." Laughed Mustard. "She got nipped in
the.....uh, place where the sun don't shine."
Everyone
broke into laughter. I did too.
I turned
around, instinctively knowing the direction to go, because I had already
spotted the direction of their footprints. I was going to have to scald them
about leaving tracks for the demons to follow, but right then I was just happy
to see everyone alive.
Now to
get back home and give that daughter of mine a hug and kiss. My heart began to
ache at that thought and worry. Because she had already been in jeopardy once
by the demons. I had sworn it would never happen again. And it wouldn't. Not as
long as I was alive and my Triple Kick Ass Angels.
"Yo!"
They joined in when I ordered them to double time behind me.
The
strangest thing about my hallucination was that later when we caught our
choppers back home, I found a Little Debbie wrapper in my pocket with the
initial. "B.M."
Big
Michael.
I
grinned.
Fast and Furious 7, Paul Walker CGI revealed...short video.
Normally, I don't put in posts for racing car movies, or that nature of movie, but this series rises above its genre settings to enter the realm of an almost mythical world, where fast cars and their drivers are like warriors from another world.
I am absolutely certain that if we were to be visited by humans from the past or the future, or by alien civilizations they would be as likely to put this stream of movies into the fantasy category as much as they would a Star Wars movie.
So for your viewing pleasure,
Enjoy
John
New Fractal Flame Gallery
Another batch of Fractal Flames. I enjoy these even more than most regular fractals, because of their more luminous nature and the fine tendrils of light they create. It's what I would imagine magic to look like if it were to float free in the air. Drifts of fine, misty, glowing particles that illuminate the dark and brighten the day.
Enjoy.
John
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