Ponder Place

Picking up from where we left off in Part III; Be sure to read Part III. And Part II, and Part I before that.

You’re not sure what to make of this. The flames are difficult to understand, this couldn’t be an actor. What…

The gentleman raises his voice to you, “Well hello, I’d shake your hand but” he gestures with his hand “Well, you know.”

The gentleman saunters over to the remaining chair and places himself at a comfortable angle between yourself and Visitor.

He continues, “You can call me Stanley, Stan for short, Stanford for long.” Stan chuckles at his own joke.

You’ve not moved a muscle since Stan entered the room. His suit of flames has captured your attention; you’re unable to look away.

Stan continues “Oh right, because I’m the awkward one?”

You continue to stare.

“Hey kid! You look at my eyes when you stare at me!”

Stan lets out a snort of disgust, a forced smile quickly follows.

“Oh but who am I? Just a lowly assistant.”

You reply, “Whose assistant?”

A surprised look flits across Stan’s face, “Oh you don’t know? How childish of me, let me explain — See, you’re dead.”

You reply, “I know that.”

Stan pauses in confusion, “Okay, what’s not to get?”

You’re annoyed, “Whose assistant are you?!”

Stan says, “Temper temper, watch yourself. I would be Satan’s assistant.”

You say, “And why are you here?”

It’s an arbitrary question; you know why he is there. You’ve recently killed a little girl. This does not bode well for your future.

Stan does not respond, instead he stares. He obviously understands how absurd that question must sound.

You’d have nothing of this. You act quickly, snapping your chair up as you spring to your feet. Spinning the chair around in your hands you lunge for Stan. Luck must be on your side. With a loud “POP” one of the chairs legs finds its way through Stan’s left eye. He bellows a piercing scream which is accompanied with a stream of shooting flames.

You spin around, intent on silencing Visitor, but he is already running into the darkness screaming “UNBIASED! UNBIASED!”

You sprint toward the direction of the door, unsure of its location, but knowing it is there from the echoes it made earlier.

To Be Continued…

Title image used with permission and courtesy of Epiphany, check out the original here.