Chapter Six Hundred and Twenty-Eight: Ahead. Or maybe A Head?
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Chapter Six Hundred and Twenty-Nine: As if there wasn't enough going on... (part one)


(part one)

Saturday afternoon— 12:15 p.m.

Nelson Weeks awoke with a start.

He took a breath.

He knew this feeling — a low grumbling in his belly, a sense of tension across his shoulders, a feeling light a bright light had been shone in his eyes but was suddenly gone.

Something — some thing? —was happening.

He needed to get ready. His feet hit the floor with purpose. He pushed himself across the room to the closet. He let out a breath. A broad sword in its scabbard was leaning against the closet.

He reached for the sword and stood up.

By magic, he was clothed in the garb he wore as a Templar. He jerked open the door.

“Is it the 14th Century in that room?” Mari, the fairy, asked.

“Wha. . .” Flooded with words in a variety of languages, this was all Nelson managed to say.

Mari nodded to what he was wearing.

“Out here,” Mari said, “it’s already the 21st century.”

“And?” Nelson asked, irritably.

“Humans have developed this incredible stuff they call ‘body armor,’” Mari said.

“Then tell the magic on the sword to dress me in this,” Nelson said.

“You could actually use your eyes. . .” Mari started. “Oh, never mind.”

She snapped her fingers. One item at a time, Nelson’s 14th Century gear was replaced with modern military body armor.

“But. . .” Nelson started.

“The sword is tuned to whatever you’re wearing,” Mari said. “When you touch the sword next, you will be dressed in this.”

“Fine,” Nelson said. “Why are you here?”

“I came to get you,” Mari said.

“For what?” Nelson asked.

“What do you feel?” Mari asked.

“I’m not sure I can put it into words,” Nelson said. He fell silent thinking for a long moment. “Time for battle, I guess. But. . .”

“Yes?” Mari asked.

“Who?” Nelson asked. He looked at the fairy. “Am I well enough to do this?”

“Do what?” Mari asked. “I’m not sure who’s ass we’re about to kick.”

Nelson grinned at her. He looked down at himself in this armor. He had become heavier, with denser, bigger muscles across his chest and his arms. His thighs and calves bulged through the fabric of this new body armor. He was surprised at how thin he’d become as well. He looked down at himself for a long moment.

“You look good,” Mari said with a nod.

“Do you know what’s happening? What triggered my. . .” He waved his hand in front of his face. “Spidey sense?”

“I don’t know about spidey senses,” Mari said, “but your father is in trouble.”

“Why?” Nelson asked.

“Templars,” Nelson and Mari said in unison.

“Assholes,” Nelson said. “Let’s go get them.”

“You sure you don’t want to call the cops?” Mari asked. “They are trespassing.”

Mari nodded to her left. She was standing in front of the window in what was now an nearly completed small kitchen. Because Jeraine and Tanesha needed the privacy, the window was set up so that while you could look out it, no one could see inside. A group of seven men and women were creeping in front of the window.

“Why?” Nelson asked.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...



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