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(New) Dial T for Time and Destiny "A Lord When Story"By John Pirillo, artwork, stories, videos at ImagineNation
Dial T for Time and Destiny
"A Lord When Story"
By John Pirillo
Lord When settled into a booth in the back of Denny's, his
eyes focused on a young couple seated on the opposite side, several booths up.
The booths were covered with leather like plastic of shiny red, interspaced
with ribbons of blonde wood, very highly polished. The floor was gritty from
the recent rain. He glanced outside and could see the puddles of water
gathering in the street gutters, slight reflections of clouds and an emerging
sun shining there.
"Ready to order?"
He turned to look at a very petite, older woman, probably in
her middle forties, with blonde wispy hair that threatened to run away from her
forehead at any moment, a pair of narrow lips smeared with some kind of lip-gloss
and kind blue eyes that considered him thoughtfully as he examined her.
"Coffee."
"Anything else?"
"Not yet. Thanks!"
She nodded, and then gestured to the street outside.
"It's not always like this here."
"I know."
She looked at him more closely. "Never seen you here
before."
"I usually park outside the city and walk into town
later. Like the privacy."
"Gotcha." She said, taking that as a warning to
shut up.
He quickly stopped that assumption. "I like your
town." He smiled. "It seems pleasant, like you."
She blushed. "Honey, I'm way outside your
boundaries." She held up a marriage finger.
"And rightly so." He uttered with a smirk.
She laughed. "Coffee coming right up."
"Thanks again."
She smiled as she headed for the small kitchen, where she
kept her small pot of coffee brewing. She didn't believe in those automatic
ones. No control over the final product. She knew by scent when the coffee was
strong or weak and preferred to keep on doing things that way. Her husband, the
cook, grunted at her as she entered and she noticed the order up. "On
it." She told him, then quickly started a fresh pot of coffee, then swept
the bacon and fries sandwich combo up in her right hand and a tall, fizzing
coke in the other and headed back out into the dining area.
Lord when watched as she served the older couple in the
back, nodding and chatting, as warm as could be.
He glanced at his watch.
"Beepa beep!"
He put a hand under the table. "Shhh. Someone will hear
you, even if they can't see you."
"As if you cared." Binky replied sharply, but
still keeping it down.
Lord When felt Binky shuffle around and his tail brush his
pants leg, then he knew the tiny friend had managed to position himself with a
better view of the dining area, as limited as it might be. Binky was always in
protection mode. Must be hard on his circuits. He mused to himself, and then
brightened as his coffee came out in a steaming mug on a tiny tray for him.
The waitress set it down, added some sweeteners, then a
spoon and napkin. She hoisted her order book. "Anything yet?"
"Do you serve vegetarian burgers?"
She gave him a surprised look, and then stooped closer to
whisper. "I never thought I'd live to see another real, honest to gosh
vegetarian eater."
He gave her a surprised look. "I thought this town was
a bunch of older hippies."
She laughed. "Honey, the only thing hippie about this
town anymore is no one wanting to pay their taxes, and there ain't a single
person born who doesn't fit that description."
She laughed again and then said. "I could have the Hub
do you some nice soy burger if you like. He always keeps a stash in back for
the occasional nostalgic person."
"Suits me."
"Great. Any fries or anything with it?"
"And a coke please."
"Give me fifteen and I'll have you the best dressed
plate in town...and eatable too."
He laughs. "I'm sure it will be. Thanks."
She scoots off into the kitchen again to give the order,
while he turns his attention back to the street again. "How long,
Binky?"
"Beep. Beep. Maybe ten minutes."
"Maybe? That's kind of strong language coming from
you."
Binky makes a short snickering sound. "Coming from
those lips, I take that as a compliment."
"Ha-ha!"
An older man seated across from Lord When leans across aisle
and whispers. "Whatever you're having, I'd sure like some." He winks,
and then goes back to scooping up vanilla ice cream which buries a chunk of
cherry pie.
Lord When gives him a smile, and then looks at the street
again. "Sure this is the right time?"
"And right place." Binky insists from beneath the
table. "And could you have her bring me a plate of batteries please?"
"She might think that a bit odd."
"No more odd than eating beans for a meal."
"Sez you."
Binky doesn't reply. He gives a sharp squeak. "Here it
comes!"
A great shadow casts across the Denny's, then the street and
a huge WHOOMP sound shakes the building. The building rattles so hard that
dishes fly off tables and customers hang on for dear life.
Lord When hears a scream from the kitchen.
"Now!" Binky hollers.
Lord When runs for the kitchen the same time as flames erupt
from it.
He dashes inside, and into a cloud of black smoke, made by
the Cook's stove which has just had had a bottle of oil spill onto it,
spreading a fire swiftly across stacked empty egg crates and milk crates.
The Waitress is striving to pull her husband, the Cook, a
very large man from the floor, where the flames are eating towards his feet.
He's unconscious. Lord When rushes to her side and helps her lift the heavy
man. They stagger towards the back door, but it's jammed with a fallen
frigeration unit. Suddenly, the unit makes a loud groaning sound and begins to
fall towards them.
"Beep, beep!" Binky bleeps as he rushes into the
room and becoming visible wedges against the unit to keep it from falling.
"Oh my God!" The Waitress calls out as she sees
the strange bionic robot before her. She looks at Lord When. "He acts as
if he knows you."
"He does. He's my traveling companion."
"You young hippies are sure a different crowd from my
sort." She shoots back. "Quick, hold him up while I get the fire
extinguisher."
She rushes for the other side of the kitchen, yanks a red
bottle down and begins spraying down the fire on the floor and counters. It's
not enough. "Not working." She yells.
Lord When looks at Binky. "A little magic would be
nice."
Several customers, including the older man that was seated
opposite Lord When rush inside. "Betty, you all right?" The older man
yells.
"Do I look all right?" She yells at him when the
fire renews itself and explodes into a more furious mass of flames.
"Binky!"
"They'll all see!"
"Too many lives depend on us now. You know what happens
next?"
"Bleep. Beep."
Binky shoots between Lord When's legs and past the men, who
all gawk at him like he's something from outer space. He stops before the
flames, and then emits a high frequency beam that freezes the flames.
The room falls into a stunned silence, and then the older
man snaps out of it. He looks at Lord When. "I'll take one of him as
well."
The two men rush around the flames and take Betty to safety
in the main dining room and then come back and help Lord When carry the Cook,
her husband, into it as well.
They set him down in a booth and he begins to revive.
Binky rolls up and lifts on his hind feet, his glowing eyes
looking at the man. "Pulse high. Heart okay. A diet is his only problem." Then he
lowers himself and exits the diner to the sound of clapping and awestruck
voices.
Lord When looks at Betty. "I'm afraid I'll have to pass
on that veggie burger."
"You come back anytime." She says, smiling, taking
her husband's hand as he stirs from unconsciousness. "We owe our lives to
you."
"And that critter." The older man adds. Winks.
"Sure I can't get one like that?"
From outside the diner they hear "Beep Beep.
Bleep!"
"What'd that critter say?"
Lord When smiles at the older man. "Not in a billion,
billion years."
Everyone laughs and Lord When exits.
They all follow him to the door and then gasp as his Time
Boat begins to materialize in the middle of the street. He turns back to wave
at them. "And about that sound. You should be glad it didn't land here."
He waves again, and then as a boarding ramp extends from the
belly of the barbell shaped vehicle, he climbs it, followed by Binky. They
enter the vessel and it begins to make a loud humming sound, then shimmers a
bit and vanishes.
The older man looks over at the Waitress. "Why would he
say that?"
An excited Sheriff comes running up. "Everyone
okay?"
"Where the hell was you when that fire happened,
Grizzly?"
The Sheriff, who had a long hippie beard, frowned.
"Didn't you have the TV on?"
"Why?"
"The Twin Towers in New York City just went down big
time."
Everyone froze for a moment and then looked up at the sky.
What had happened while they were in the diner?
Inside Lord When's Time Boat, he adjusted the time spooler,
setting it for their home. His and Binky's. "Well, Binky, I guess we did
some good today."
"Never got my plate of batteries."
"Or my veggie burger. But sure appreciated some people
making it to another day, when so many others didn't."
They were both silent a moment as the image of Twin Towers
collapsing in New York lit up their view screen for a moment.
"I wish we could stop that." Lord When uttered,
his voice sad.
"It would disrupt the time stream. You know that."
"What about what we just did?"
Binky was silent.
Lord When's eyebrows arched. Or had they already?
The Time Boat made a sizzling sound and then like a bolt of
lightning shot away from earth and into the vast depths of space and time.
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The Dark City "A Professor Challenger Story" By John Pirillo
The Dark City
"A Professor Challenger Story"
By John Pirillo
It's this way."
He followed the voice in the dark, making sure to leave a
chalk mark every few feet to mark directions. He wasn't going to get caught a
thousand feet underground without knowing a way back. He'd been there, done
that. His beard was driving him nuts though, the sweat from the heated passage
dribbling from his jungle hat on his mop of thick red hair down across his
eyebrows, cheeks and mouth, then neck and chest. He could live with the sweat;
it was the dratted gnat bugs that were landing in his beard and sucking up the
moisture, no surprise to him, just weren't in abundance.
"I'd appreciate a light."
"Not yet." The voice returned, steady and certain.
How in God's name and the name of Queen Mary of Scots had he
gotten himself into this deplorable expedition, so far away from his friends?
He could just see himself telling his tale to his friends on their usual night
together. Sundays. They would talk about their sleuthing, explorations,
experiments, and the souls they'd saved, or seen damned. Sometimes it was more
of the first and less of the latter, and sometimes...far darker days in his
mind...more of the latter. He might have a temper, he might be impulsive and
compulsive at times, but his moral compass was tried and true. No life was
worthless. None!
Even that dratted...
"Owww!" He cursed as the top of his head scraped
the roof of the passage, knocking his helmet off and taking a hefty bite into
his scalp.
"Sorry."
"Shorty!" He roared angrily, feeling the blood now
adding to the sweat in his blood. He mopped it away with what he was sure was
now a blood stained, dirt stained, moss stained, and sweat stained coarse shirt
he always wore on such expeditions. Good for warmth and cold.
"Challenger, if you insist on being insulting, I will
have no recourse, but to leave you in the darkness."
"Go ahead, Batwings!" Challenger roared back.
"See if I care. You've kept me in the dark the past six hours, what's
another six going back."
"Your humor is most distasteful. You know I don't have
batwings."
"No, but I would expect better eyesight from you."
The man ahead of him sighed. "I'm a Dracula, not a bat,
and I have neither high pitched sounds to guide my path, nor wings to
fly."
"And yet you can see in the dark." Accused
Challenger.
"True enough. A small gift from..."
"Are we close or not, you buffoon!" Roared
Challenger, his temper getting the best of him at that moment yet once more.
Suddenly, the floor vanished from beneath him and he plummeted
helplessly in the dark to an uncertain fate.
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"And it is my belief that the Draculas come from a
subterranean civilization that once lived beneath the lands of Scotland."
Professor Challenger announced to the assemblage of fellow scientists and
philosophers.
Were it not for his personal notoriety as an explorer of
great accomplishment, he would have been laughed off the platform; instead he
was given a tolerant clap of hands.
He sighed inwardly, but bravely went on. "I am
announcing an expedition to the highlands to explore a little known cavern,
which I have every reason to believe, has a series of tunnels that lead
directly to the lost kingdom of the Draculas.
A sturdy older man, Deputy Prime Minster Calloway, stood up.
"Professor, am I to believe then that you think the entire vampire race
stems from the Draculas?"
"Yes. I do."
The assemblage went wild with shouts and angry disavowals.
He waited for it to crest, and then raised his hands for quiet. "And
furthermore, I have a brave champion of our Victorian London, and an honored
friend of Queen Mary of Scots, here to affirm my thoughts, as well as to help
on the mission of exploration."
He turned slowly to the side and a dark and elegantly
dressed man swept onto stage and joined him.
The assemblage grew so silent you could hear a fly's wings.
"Count. If you will?"
"It is my pleasure, Professor Challenger." The
Count replied, then swept his cape over his right shoulder and eyed the men and
women gathered before him.
He smiled. "Ah, I can see the Vampire Clan of
Easterbury is here tonight."
A group of men and women to his right suddenly tried to look
small in their chairs. He turned to the middle and smiled again. "And the
Clan of Brighton."
Another group of men and women looked suddenly busy.
Professor Challenger's eyes widened. He'd had no idea so
many of the dark ones had assembled to listen to him. Had he thought that would
be the case, he might have approached his speech a bit more carefully.
The Count started to expose another group, but shrugged.
"It's enough to say that if my friends of the night are interested, then
where there's smoke, surely there might be....fire?"
The assemblage stopped squirming in their chairs and
examining each other and looked forward again.
=======================================================
Professor Challenger was not one to be fearful of death and
dying, and rather than plunge to certain death, he reached to his right hip and
slung loose a hook ended rope and flung
it outwards. It scraped the walls of his plunge, and then with a huge jerk and
a loud crunching sound, he was flung forward into the shaft's wall he had been
falling into.
Then a funny thing occurred. He felt someone breathing at
his left.
"I had you."
"You let me fall sixty meters to what seemed certain
death..."
"Oh Challenger, stop being so dramatic."
Count Dracula used his strength to lower Challenger the rest
of the way.
"I was prepared to catch you."
"You might have told me there was a shaft in front of
me."
"What! And miss out on all the fun of seeing your face
as you fell?"
"I hate you!" Challenger snorted in anger and
derision.
Before he could say more a bright light flared, revealing he
stood at the doorway of an immense cavern. Inside was a city like none other he
had ever seen. It glowed with an eerie green luminescence.
"The home of our forefathers."
"You mean yours!"
"No, actually I mean ours. Man was not always a topside
dweller. And he was not always...well, human as you appear."
Challenger gave the Count a scowl. "Have you been
holding out on me, Count?"
"Let's just say, I've been dancing around the truth
somewhat."
Challenger would've said more, but the lure of exploration
overrode his anger. He strode through the immense doorway and stood on the
crest of a small rise that descended into the city. "Just imagine what
treasures must still remain here."
"I thought you were a man of science."
"I am. A man of science who needs to pay his bills just
like any other man. Treasure pays for my next expedition."
The Count nodded. "In that case, let's explore."
=====================================================
They finally reached the last structure of the ancient
underground city. It was carved from the rock of the cavern. It had scrollings
and depictions all about its walls, inside and out. Challenger was cooing like
a happy baby, when he finished examining the chamber inside. It had a huge dais
with a throne the size of a giant.
"In those days Dracula's were giants, Professor."
"And men?"
"As now. Cattle."
"Cattle. Good lord, man, how can you be so
callous?"
The Count shrugged. "What was, is not now, what is,
could not have been then. My ancestors were the first to go against the laws of
the ruling Draculas. They were shunned and sent to the earth above, where they
lost much of their height over time as they intermingled with the masses of men
above."
"You sound sad."
"That's because we should have risen as a society to
greater heights than raising humans as cattle to slake our hunger."
Count Dracula flung down the backpack he was carrying.
"I intend to wipe out every visage of this civilization that ever existed
so no other vampire can ever again use this place to gain power and position."
He opened his backpack and revealed String bombs.
"Tesla made these for me."
"Dear Lord, what are they?"
"The cleansing of history."
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"Run! Run!" The Count hollered.
Professor Challenger was running behind him, the marks on
the walls now luminous and glowing as he knew they would be.
"Why...run?" He gasped.
Then the world behind them shook them to the floor and a
hammer of air pressure flung their bodies like balloons through the air.
Count Dracula caught Professor Challenger in his arms and
ran faster, then leaped with all the strength he had as the very passage behind
them began collapsing.
They tumbled into the high grassy knoll and its rocky fields
as the short mountain behind them began to collapse.
"Run!" Count Dracula yelled.
"I've already run!" Professor Challenger shouted.
Then he saw the mountain began to collapse.
"Okay!" He agreed, and then began running again,
his lungs and legs aching from the stress of his exertion.
Finally, they reached about twenty yards away from the
collapse and it tumbled to a stop, leaving a huge smoking heap of rubble and an
odd colored, green luminescent smoke that glittered and glowed in the dying sun
of the highlands of Scotland.
"We made it." Professor Challenger sighed with
relief. "But I had no time to get any treasure."
"Oh, but you did, my dear friend."
"What?"
"The greatest treasure of all....your life!"
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