THE SLIDE: Part 3
Chapter 33: The Sacrifice
A Life for a Life, Based on a True Story
Recap
Time freezes: Tim stands. He slaps the top of the bureau with his open hand and says,
“That’s it. I’ve had it. I’m done.” He opens his prescription bottles, takes the pills, takes the pills from a large bottle of aspirin from the shared bathroom, cries, closes his eyes thinking he is dead.
Nothingness.
His chorus rises up to fight his urge to die.
Princess, Tasha, Ted, Hrez, and Farha gathered to observe as the fragmentary beings within yell at Tim.
“Get up,” an adolescent male thug bellows.
“On your feet,” Betsy shouts in his ear.
Princess rolls over, disappearing from the group and into his body. She forces his legs to the floor. His legs jerk and spasm as they move.
“You’re a fucking pussy,” young Pris hisses at him. “You’re no kind of man.”
Princess uses his body to sit up. Thug number two, Brutus LeClerk, forces him to stand. He falls backwards on the bed three times before he stands.
“My turn,” young Pris shouts. “Move aside. I want to move him.” She stands and forces her way into him and rips his T-shirt.
“There is no time for you wanton whore ways,” Princess tells her as they both struggle for complete control of his body.
“Bathrobe,” Pris shouts and forces him to the closet and they both struggle in a melee of arms to get into the robe.
“Go,” Princess commands. He takes two steps to the door and bumps into it.
“Open it, doofus,” Pris teases angrily. As he leaves the dorm room turning right, Princess — the older woman with the large burn on the right side of her neck and face beneath dark wrinkled skin, pushes Pris out. Pris disappears.
The remaining four observers watch as Princess fuses her will with his and moves him to the staircase.
“Climb,” he commands to his mind and lifts his sluggish feet and legs. “One at a time.” He falls forward, knees jab into the concrete steps like the dull blades of a broadsword. His will comes up and they both force him to move. Though his eyes are rolled back in his head, his conscious self is universes away.
He knocks on her door.
“Who is it?” her voice comes from inside and he is outside and inside with her, beside her.
“Me. Tim — id,” he shouts, slurring.
“You look awful. What’s wrong?” she was beside herself.
“I just killed myself.”
They watched as Princess took the brunt of what Tim had done to his body. How Tim’s lover walked him around her room and ran down to the north wing of the dorm to the apartments where his counselor lived. His counselor drove Tim in his sports car convertible, top down, to the nearest hospital Emergency Room.
They pumped his stomach. He was in a coma. Princess’s merging with Tim’s body saved him from organ damage. His parents came. The doctors told the parents that he would most likely die soon. His father called in a priest to do a ritual called “last rites”. Amid the priest’s ministrations, Tim awoke, sat bolt-upright in the hospital bed, and said to the priest,
“Go fuck yourself.” He laid back down and went straight back into the coma, according to the monitoring instruments. They watched as Princess detached from Tim’s body and psyche and left. She was freed.
Farha was pulled back away from the others as images of Ra, trapped in the prison of no-escape, were forced into her mind. A bubble formed with a woman whose age was close to Tem’s physically but eons older on a soul level. As Farha neared the bubble, she was pulled inside.
“Hello, Farha,” the woman said and smiled. “I am Hanna. Do you remember me?”
Farha withdrew slightly.
“I see you do not. And that is alright. I have come here to tell you it is too dangerous for you to help Ra. It is not just dangerous for you and him, but for all humans on Earth at this time. You must not attempt what you have been thinking about.” While Hanna spoke, Farha received a vision from the far distant past. It was from the time of Atlantis/Lemuria during the last days and the one called Tu Mai.
Tu Mai, her esteemed teacher, was trapped in a prison of no escape. Hanna fashioned one of his teachings called The Arc of Simultaneous Space and Time to free his consciousness along an arc that traveled forward in time to several galaxies from their own. The remaining vision was compressed and placed inside her. She passed out and was bleeding from her nose.
When she regained consciousness, she was in the mining tunnel with Hrez and with a spirit version of Tasha. They both asked her what had happened. She explained and complained about a headache.
“You are experiencing a download headache,” Tasha said. “It is imperative that you rest lest the world end. Do you understand? Nod if you do.”
She nodded in the affirmative.
Tasha remained, and with Hrez, they watched over her.
“Did Tim live?” Farha asked in a whisper.
“Yes,” Tasha and Hrez said.
“Rest,” Hrez said.
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