Tales From Avator
The End, The Coming, and The Wait
The Coming, page 1
He awakes on the west side on the Interstate watching the sun as it end it's long day. "Have I slept the whole day," he softly speaks, trying to remember. Out of the corner of his eye he can see his naked body stretched out on the gravel. The sight brings back memories of a kid he knew in elementary school. The kid once brought in an anatomy model he'd painted. It was a cool model, except the kid used silver for the bones, purple for the muscles, and black for all the rest. The body he looks down at is a distressing carbon copy of that anatomy model, with a few twists. His veins are also silver, threading in and out of his purplish muscles. And there is no genitalia. He reaches between his legs and finds only smooth skin. His mind screams, rejecting all that is happening, but only a low moan escapes his lips.
The pain begins deep, soaring up from his bowels. He grabs his stomach tight, waiting for it to cease. There he remains, shivering in fear, as the moon rises into the night sky. Slowly visions open up into his mind. His visions never showed the past. It has been a long time since the visions, revelations, plagued his senses, attacking his thin grasp on reality. He fights to keep his mind clear, searching for a hold. But the shock of his flesh is still to close and he lapses into the shadows.
At first the sounds are distant and ominous, but slowly they become clear and all to close. Slow scrapes and shuffles mix with deep breaths to fill the gentle breeze that crosses the road. Trying not to make a sound of his own, he opens his eyes, looking around the wasteland. Six wolves stand five feet from where he lies. The largest stands in front while four stand at his rear, two on each side. The last stands facing away, scanning the wasteland around them. He gazes deep into the eyes of the large wolf, it's red eyes glowing in the moonlight. He can see his body reflected in the wolf's gaze, glowing brighter than the moon. Then the voice begins in his head.
"Where are you headed to, Great One? We were wondering if we may join you this evening."
He pushes himself back from the wolf still staring at him. "I am mad. There is no one here. I am alone," he cries to himself.
The wolf barks sharply, a sound that could be a laugh if it were human. "Surely you jest. I am Kimbahla, the Alpha of this young pack. Your brother Tyr has been running with us for over a week. We were heading into the city to find fresh meat. One has to go deep into the caves of man, but there is still much to be found to sate our hunger. We would be quite honored to accompany you for a stretch of your journey. Perhaps you can amuse us with some stories. My personal favorite is when you played Christ and got all those humans to blindly follow you, even when you were gone. That was so mischievous of you. Of course no more mischievous then when you played Loki against Oden," the wolf smiled, amusing himself in memory.
