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. Mmm.Look at him.He s ignorant and defenseless.He might make a goodpuppet, but, compared to the other one, why bother? Charlie stared up at them.They were both very attractive.Did they have scars?Were they ashamed of them? Were they ashamed of anything? No. We ll be merciful and let you go, little boy.We just want the bigger one, said theman.He was so handsome. Run along now. That arrow was meant for Charlie, but Samura had placed himself in its path tosave him.He was a sorcerer, and he d just saved Charlie s life.Charlie stood and placedhimself between Samura and the evil sorcerers. No fucking way. Such courage and devotion! said Balthazar. Indeed.He may have hidden potential.Just as well we take both of them. Now Balthazar held a covered dish made of silver.He lifted the lid to reveal roastbeef and asparagus.It smelled delicious.Deep violet symbols rose from the food likesteam and spread into a cloud.They wove themselves into a net and floated towardCharlie and Samura.As the delicious aroma grew stronger, drowsiness crept over Charlie.Heremembered evenings at his grandpa s house in the wintertime when the fire in thefireplace crackled and warmed the cozy living room.He d sip cocoa and watch theflames until his eyes closed and his Grandpa carried him to bed.Charlie lay down next to Samura and closed his eyes. Jessica Freely | Dharma Café 59* * * * Charlie! Wake up! Grandpa Billy shook Charlie by the shoulder.He stoodbeside the bed in the little room Charlie used on visits.Charlie blinked up at him. But you died six years ago. Yes.This is a dream, but you can t sleep now.You need to wake up and fightthem! Fight them? Charlie looked around at the cowboy-print curtains and the plaidblanket folded at the foot of the bed and Grandpa Billy, dressed in his jeans with hisrope belt and his red-checked western shirt.There was no one else in the room. Fightwho? You know who! Charlie remembered.He d been in the hospital with Samura, only neither of themwere sick.Then he d found out Samura was a sorcerer and& and there were othersorcerers there too.They knocked Samura out with strange flying symbols and putCharlie to sleep with a platter of roast beef.They were about to capture them both. That s right, Charlie-Barley.Now you need to wake up and fight them. But they re sorcerers! I can t fight them! Yes, you can. Grandpa Billy handed him the pink plastic bunny mug he used togive Charlie cocoa in. Drink this.It ll help. An earthy, bracing smell wafted from the mug.Charlie looked in it. Coffee? Younever let me have coffee at your house, Grandpa. That s right.But you re not a little boy anymore.Now drink the coffee and wakeup! The only other time Grandpa Billy had acted like this was when he d argued withCharlie s dad at the end of that last visit.Charlie hadn t been allowed to go back againafter that.Charlie drank the coffee. Jessica Freely | Dharma Café 60The warm, soft bed beneath him disappeared, replaced by cold, hard linoleum tile.The cozy little room was gone.He was in a harshly lit hospital corridor, lying besideSamura, who wasn t moving.Less than a foot overhead, a net of deep purple symbols writhed like a swarm ofinsects.It was about to ensnare both of them.Laughter rang in Charlie s ears. Oh look, the little one is trying to fight.I shallenjoy making him my puppet. No. Who said you could have him? I think he s adorable.He should be mine. Puppet? The idea of becoming an empty shell to be used as either of thesedegenerates pleased filled Charlie with horror and rage.Who did they think they were? No! He threw all of his will and anger into the syllable.The net wobbled.Charlie did it again. No! This time, he pushed the net back almost to the ceiling.He got to his feet. Amazing, said Imogen. We d better do something about this, said Balthazar.For the first time since waking, Charlie realized he held something in his handsmooth plastic, with little handles and little ears.His bunny mug.Oh shit&The sorcerers fell silent as they both held their hands out toward the net.Itcrackled with red fire and swept down at him.At the same time, everything that had happened to Charlie in the last week rushedup through him in a surging tide of what the fuck?His bunny mug? And that dream that wasn t a dream! Samura stealing thosepeople s happiness and putting it in a bottle.The safe haven he thought he d found wasnothing more than a den of sorcery.What had he done to deserve this? He was just aguy.So he was gay.So the fuck what? Did that mean he deserved to get beat up and Jessica Freely | Dharma Café 61thrown out of the house? His fucking parents.What a couple of shitheads! And nowthese two.Treating him like a new pair of shoes they d just happened to find in thestreet.Fucking sorcerers! Uh-oh, said Imogen. Hurry, said Balthazar. He s Charlie thrust his hands up toward the net.He d grab it and tear it apart if he hadto.No way were they taking him. Fuck you! He was still holding his bunny mug.Glowing red and gold symbols flew from itin a torrent of light.They attacked the red symbols, gathered them up into a ball, andthen threw it at the sorcerers.Imogen and Balthazar screamed and ran, pursued down the hallway by a boilingred ball of their own sorcery.Charlie dropped his arms, and his mug slipped from his fingers.It bouncedagainst the tile and rolled in a lazy, impossible circle.What the fuck just happened?There was no time for that.Those people could be back at any moment.Charlieturned to Samura, who still lay slumped on the floor, eyes vacant and staring. Wakeup. Charlie shook him. Come on Samura! Wake the fuck up! He didn t move. Jessica Freely | Dharma Café 62Chapter SixTrance Encounter Samura! Dread lodged in Charlie s heart.Was he dead? Charlie shook himharder.Samura groaned but didn t wake up.Shit.Charlie tried picking him up.He weighed a ton.Charlie couldn t lift him.He grabbed Samura under the arms and started dragginghim, but it was slow going and would attract a lot of attention.Charlie cast a panicked glance up and down the hallway.His gaze landed on adoor labeled Laundry.He ran to it.Inside were shelves full of linens and a wheeledlaundry cart.Yes.Charlie raced back with the cart.If dragging Samura had been difficult, trying to lift him into the cart was insane.Why was he so heavy? Charlie managed to heave Samura s upper body off the floor,but when he tried to load him into the cart, his arms kept flopping around, pushing thecart farther away.Charlie tripped on Samura s trailing legs and pitched forward.Samura slipped from his grasp and struck the rim of the cart with his forehead.The cart, which did not weigh very much empty, shot down the hallway like acannonball.It crashed into a stand full of bedpans at approximately the same momentCharlie landed on top of Samura [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]
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. Mmm.Look at him.He s ignorant and defenseless.He might make a goodpuppet, but, compared to the other one, why bother? Charlie stared up at them.They were both very attractive.Did they have scars?Were they ashamed of them? Were they ashamed of anything? No. We ll be merciful and let you go, little boy.We just want the bigger one, said theman.He was so handsome. Run along now. That arrow was meant for Charlie, but Samura had placed himself in its path tosave him.He was a sorcerer, and he d just saved Charlie s life.Charlie stood and placedhimself between Samura and the evil sorcerers. No fucking way. Such courage and devotion! said Balthazar. Indeed.He may have hidden potential.Just as well we take both of them. Now Balthazar held a covered dish made of silver.He lifted the lid to reveal roastbeef and asparagus.It smelled delicious.Deep violet symbols rose from the food likesteam and spread into a cloud.They wove themselves into a net and floated towardCharlie and Samura.As the delicious aroma grew stronger, drowsiness crept over Charlie.Heremembered evenings at his grandpa s house in the wintertime when the fire in thefireplace crackled and warmed the cozy living room.He d sip cocoa and watch theflames until his eyes closed and his Grandpa carried him to bed.Charlie lay down next to Samura and closed his eyes. Jessica Freely | Dharma Café 59* * * * Charlie! Wake up! Grandpa Billy shook Charlie by the shoulder.He stoodbeside the bed in the little room Charlie used on visits.Charlie blinked up at him. But you died six years ago. Yes.This is a dream, but you can t sleep now.You need to wake up and fightthem! Fight them? Charlie looked around at the cowboy-print curtains and the plaidblanket folded at the foot of the bed and Grandpa Billy, dressed in his jeans with hisrope belt and his red-checked western shirt.There was no one else in the room. Fightwho? You know who! Charlie remembered.He d been in the hospital with Samura, only neither of themwere sick.Then he d found out Samura was a sorcerer and& and there were othersorcerers there too.They knocked Samura out with strange flying symbols and putCharlie to sleep with a platter of roast beef.They were about to capture them both. That s right, Charlie-Barley.Now you need to wake up and fight them. But they re sorcerers! I can t fight them! Yes, you can. Grandpa Billy handed him the pink plastic bunny mug he used togive Charlie cocoa in. Drink this.It ll help. An earthy, bracing smell wafted from the mug.Charlie looked in it. Coffee? Younever let me have coffee at your house, Grandpa. That s right.But you re not a little boy anymore.Now drink the coffee and wakeup! The only other time Grandpa Billy had acted like this was when he d argued withCharlie s dad at the end of that last visit.Charlie hadn t been allowed to go back againafter that.Charlie drank the coffee. Jessica Freely | Dharma Café 60The warm, soft bed beneath him disappeared, replaced by cold, hard linoleum tile.The cozy little room was gone.He was in a harshly lit hospital corridor, lying besideSamura, who wasn t moving.Less than a foot overhead, a net of deep purple symbols writhed like a swarm ofinsects.It was about to ensnare both of them.Laughter rang in Charlie s ears. Oh look, the little one is trying to fight.I shallenjoy making him my puppet. No. Who said you could have him? I think he s adorable.He should be mine. Puppet? The idea of becoming an empty shell to be used as either of thesedegenerates pleased filled Charlie with horror and rage.Who did they think they were? No! He threw all of his will and anger into the syllable.The net wobbled.Charlie did it again. No! This time, he pushed the net back almost to the ceiling.He got to his feet. Amazing, said Imogen. We d better do something about this, said Balthazar.For the first time since waking, Charlie realized he held something in his handsmooth plastic, with little handles and little ears.His bunny mug.Oh shit&The sorcerers fell silent as they both held their hands out toward the net.Itcrackled with red fire and swept down at him.At the same time, everything that had happened to Charlie in the last week rushedup through him in a surging tide of what the fuck?His bunny mug? And that dream that wasn t a dream! Samura stealing thosepeople s happiness and putting it in a bottle.The safe haven he thought he d found wasnothing more than a den of sorcery.What had he done to deserve this? He was just aguy.So he was gay.So the fuck what? Did that mean he deserved to get beat up and Jessica Freely | Dharma Café 61thrown out of the house? His fucking parents.What a couple of shitheads! And nowthese two.Treating him like a new pair of shoes they d just happened to find in thestreet.Fucking sorcerers! Uh-oh, said Imogen. Hurry, said Balthazar. He s Charlie thrust his hands up toward the net.He d grab it and tear it apart if he hadto.No way were they taking him. Fuck you! He was still holding his bunny mug.Glowing red and gold symbols flew from itin a torrent of light.They attacked the red symbols, gathered them up into a ball, andthen threw it at the sorcerers.Imogen and Balthazar screamed and ran, pursued down the hallway by a boilingred ball of their own sorcery.Charlie dropped his arms, and his mug slipped from his fingers.It bouncedagainst the tile and rolled in a lazy, impossible circle.What the fuck just happened?There was no time for that.Those people could be back at any moment.Charlieturned to Samura, who still lay slumped on the floor, eyes vacant and staring. Wakeup. Charlie shook him. Come on Samura! Wake the fuck up! He didn t move. Jessica Freely | Dharma Café 62Chapter SixTrance Encounter Samura! Dread lodged in Charlie s heart.Was he dead? Charlie shook himharder.Samura groaned but didn t wake up.Shit.Charlie tried picking him up.He weighed a ton.Charlie couldn t lift him.He grabbed Samura under the arms and started dragginghim, but it was slow going and would attract a lot of attention.Charlie cast a panicked glance up and down the hallway.His gaze landed on adoor labeled Laundry.He ran to it.Inside were shelves full of linens and a wheeledlaundry cart.Yes.Charlie raced back with the cart.If dragging Samura had been difficult, trying to lift him into the cart was insane.Why was he so heavy? Charlie managed to heave Samura s upper body off the floor,but when he tried to load him into the cart, his arms kept flopping around, pushing thecart farther away.Charlie tripped on Samura s trailing legs and pitched forward.Samura slipped from his grasp and struck the rim of the cart with his forehead.The cart, which did not weigh very much empty, shot down the hallway like acannonball.It crashed into a stand full of bedpans at approximately the same momentCharlie landed on top of Samura [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]