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(Michael)
Who the f88k is Ron Paul?

Derek's attempted molestation was still in my mind as I rescued him from the three brutes, but I felt merciful, as he did, himself, save me when I needed to be saved. The days tied to the phallic rock still haunt and linger in my mind. It has been almost 2 years since I was captured by Illuminati, abducted, flown thousands of miles away, abused and beaten, then tied to the phallic rock at an Elitist retreat in Scotland, United Kingdom. It was followed by days of hunger and the elements, as my captors had felt it necessary not to feed or leave me with any clothes during my three day tenure. The abuse though, to them, the elite, was a fun game. I was a toy to be played about with. It will never leave my mind that upon the third morning I was awoken by the smell of warm urine, gagging as it filled my mouth, only to see as I looked up, Tony Blair. He was pissing on me, aiming for my mouth. And while he did so, Dick Cheney was masturbating, crouching down and taking a dump on Rudy Giulliani’s face. It was some weird and disturbing sex act, obscene on all counts. Originally, it was just the three of them but soon more of the elites gathered round, joining in. They were the kings and presidents, ministers and senators, entrepreneurs and more. Many of them stripped and soon enough it was an all out sex-fest, an orgy of bureaucratic career politicians and aristocratic rule-by-blood types. Then came the bongos, giving the orgy a beat. The scene before my eyes was like that of an African tribal ritual and that film, Deep Throat. I lay slouched down the whole time, wishing only for it to go away, but it wouldn’t. I shut my eyes, clamped them in fact, and turned to turn the side. I lost my thoughts and pictured only the blackness of my closed eyes, shutting off. Yet unbeknownst to me I was the centre-piece of the whole thing, this sick and perverse ritual. I was manhandled back to my senses by Rudy Giuliani, who prodded me with his erect penis. As I turned back round he looked down at me, his faced covered in sh*t, but smiling and the laughing spastically. Suddenly the bongos stopped and all those around moved forward, perhaps 40 or more, the elite. I sat naked, confused, this a picture, like no one could ever imagine. Then….Well, I don’t know. That is where it ends. Soon after, I escaped.
Perhaps I do know what transpired in those last moments, but have unconsciously buried it in my mind never for it to harm my sanity. The moments before whatever happened were bad, and the pain of that still lingers, but what followed will forever remained blocked out.
David was initially intrigued by my story, signing me up to a contract for a book and DVD, Revelations of the Phallic Rock survivor. Yet, he made it his own story, selling fantasies of reptilians and anal probes, when in reality it was a bunch of disturbed power-hungry elitists with a liking for rituals and unusual fetishes. Nothing more, nothing less. His reptilian version of the truth did nothing but harm the horrible reality that those in power were very human, or so I believe. Dave did save me though, helping me through the hard times that followed my three day tied to the phallic rock. He listened to me, when others wanted me sectioned for being some loon. I thank him for that at least.

“This man just saved my life!” Dave called out, gathering everyone’s attention.
I respond perhaps negatively, not wanting the attention. “I don’t need this Dave, just stop.”

Suddenly as all we all get ready to pack up and head back into Sheila, something in the near distance catches my eye. In the skyline, just emanating from above some trees an object flies through the sky heading towards us.

“Hey, look at that. What the hell is it?” I howl.
“The blimp” exclaims Derek “The Ron Paul blimp, dammit!”
“Well I never.” Dave snapped.
“Hey, it heading this way.” I say.
“Why is it picking up speed, Michael? I mean, you know about flying.” Calls out a worried, Joe Oakley.
“I don’t know. There must be a reason [sign in to see URL]….pass me those binoculars, Alvarez” I ask. Alvarez prods about for them in the helicopter, and seconds later is joined by Miguel.
“Hey man, I can’t find ‘em, Essa.” Alvarez calls out from within the helicopter as the blimp gathers pace and moves further towards us.
“Hey take this,” Melvin says passing me a old pull-out telescopic device “It should do the trick for yah, Mike”
“Thanks” I reply, nervously.

Looking through the device I look towards the lower deck, the control room of the blimp as it head straight towards us in a menacing fashion, speeding up.

“Oh crap.” I cry out to everyone. “Unload all weaponry. This is a war! They’ve got us locked in here, weaponry protruding from the smashed windows of the control room. They’re moving towards us, changing direction and coming in towards from the right hand side. Do not fire until they do.”
Panic above ensues as all those above get a handle on the situation, rustling and running about preparing. Dave and Derek, stand behind me, while everyone else mans some piece of weaponry as the Blimp steers towards the right of helipad, now slowing down. I rush back into the helicopter, as now more than ever I need to dress respectively. Ever since coming back up here, wearing only my male thong and strip novelty bow tie, Dave and a few others have been giving me dirty and alluring looks. As I jump into grey coloured boiler suit, Derek pulls off his shirt and takes command, standing his ground as if some general steering his men into the last and glorious battle of a forgotten war. Meanwhile, Dave cowers behind some boxes.
“Right, agreed. Experience granted Derek, you take over the reigns here. I’ll grab heavy artillery and focus any fire with Miguel and Alvarez.” I say, saluting Derek.

I lay forward, my hands gripping the weapon in front. At the side of me Miguel and Alvarez do the same, but grip rosary beads also and begin to prey. To side of each of them, the rest of them lay forward like us, holding three to a weapon. Atop the helicopter, little Joe Oakley stands tall, crouching in a firing position with an AK47. Derek signals to Yoko, and she heads into the helicopter and seconds later reappears with an uzi, ready to fight. He smiles at her and then holds his AK47 skyward and ahead. The sight of Derek and Yoko standing united bring a lone tear to stream down my cheek and then I burst out with a ravaging laugh at them. Derek looked back down at me with a serious look on his face, and then returned his gaze towards the blimp that was dead ahead of us now to the right, facing us in side-view.

‘Who Is Ron Paul? Google Ron Paul’ is emblazoned on the side.

Once more I pulled out Melvin’s ancient telescope device and then saw a man who I had seen before, who I believed to be Ron Paul. He was poking his gun out side, most likely an AK47. He had a demented look on his face. As did a few other men. One of them Alex Cones, I was sure. He too, toting a weapon through the smashed glass of the control room. Up in their blimp, I’m sure they had as many weapons pointed at us as we did at them. The sweat began pouring from my forehead, as I knew something bad would happen any moment now. I put the telescopic device down and instead placed my finger on the trigger.
 

“This is Ron Paul, Presidential Candidate and champion of the constitution.” Came an old and stern voice from some Blimp speaker system.
“C’mon, Ronny, lets kill these new world order scum.” Alex Cones’ voice is heard in the back round.

Then the unexpected happened, Ron Paul did a moony and waved his backside at us.

Yoko wielding her Uzi then accidentally fired, and …


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(Dave)
As the stray bullets shuttled through the air there was a brief deadly silence and as I looked up at those on the blimp I saw a look of terror on their faces. The bullets then hit the blimps canvas structure and a split-second later sound akin to the exiting of rectal gas sounded, followed by the blimp plummeting to the ground.
“God help us!” came a scream from the now dead blimp.
With this, Derek got up and stood looking over the fatally wounded vessel. He then made a hand gesture to Yoko and she moved forward, aiming the machine gun at the blimp’s desperate passengers as they made the bid to escape. Just as some were emerging, the shots rang out, first Yoko then Bloodsteve, followed by the rest, beginning a massacre with no mercy. Michael just stood on the platform watching, shocked by the inhumanity, a single tear falling from his eye. I then lifted myself up, and moved away from the boxes where I had been hiding. Derek came to my assistance as at first I stumbled over on my arthritis ridden leg. He the turned me away from the carnage that lay before me.
“You don’t need to see that, Dave.” He whispered.
“Righty oh, Derek” I replied.
“Just dead illuminati down there is all.”
“Yeah. Still, I’ll take a peak.”
As the shooting stopped, moments later I got a glimpse of the blimp, stained red. The motionless movement inside indicated that all those inside were dead.
“Why?” I uttered under my breath. I then to the side of me to see all smiles and laughter, but something about this just didn’t feel right. And somehow I could sense that Derek and Michael felt the same way, even though Derek had ordered the shooting to begin.
“They died without mercy, Derek. Didn’t they?” I asked Derek.
“Perhaps so.” Derek mumbled. “It was either them or us though.”
“No!” Michael shouted at the highest possible pitch. “They could have lived. Are you absolutely sure they would have fired from down there, Derek. Well?”
“I do… I don’t know!” cried Derek. He then fell back, fainting.
“He’s not fit to command this unit, Dave!” Shouted an enraged Michael.
“Maybe.” I replied. “Maybe.”
“Holy !@#$, he’s having a seizure!” Michael piped up, assisting Derek.
“No, he’s not.” I replied “He’s being possessed.”
Suddenly, without warning, the possessed Derek got up and launched himself at anyone he could see, throwing punches.
“Restrain him, men! Restrain him!” Commanded Michael.
Derek was then restrained by about six of us, including Michael and Yoko.
A voice then began taking from the lifeless body of Derek “You thought you killed me, didn’t you! This is Alex Cones, and this is the beginning of the end for you, you fools. We know about your plans, you scum-sucking sons of bitches. Your new world order. Your new world order is coming to an end, I’ll assure you. Man will be free from the tyranny of Pike, Okra and the Pikestown endtime. We know about pikestown, Mr Pike, Mr Okra. We know. We know about what you have hiding there, you secret building and I don’t mean the old pikestown, the new pikestown. The one of the pyramid, the vortex to your devilish reality. And that reality will soon end. Goodbye, sirs. SCUM!”
With that the voice had gone, the possession had ended, and Derek awakened looking dishevelled.
“Right, Pikestown?” He blurted out. “Pyramid? Huh?”
“Yes, Derek, that’s right. Remember. You were possessed!” I screamed.
“Was I? Was I really? It’s just that, for the first time in ages, I didn’t put it on.”
“Yes, I know. I know it. Your voice had changed. It sounded exactly like Alex Cones. He told us of Pikestown and its pyramid, and that we were New world order scum- again!”
 “But there are no pyramids in Pikestown, Dave, just the wasteland from where Pikestown was. Nothing more than that.”
“Yes, maybe. But if this was a genuine possession and I believe it to be, and Alex Cones’ information is true, well, this could be something big. Destiny! I don’t know why but I feel drawn back to Pikestown, the heart of my Mexico. To see this vortex; The great pyramid. It has to be there. Cones must have seen it, possibly in the blimp, whilst they were surviving this whole zombie thing.”
“It’s worth a look, we got plenty of gasoline from the pump up here. The whirly-bird could take us there, easy.” Michael added.
Derek got up from the ground, and headed straight towards the helicopter. Once in, he peered from the open door and screeched “Let’s go to Pikestown!”


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NEW PIKESTOWN
“Holy !@#$” Michael blurted out as we came towards Pikestown. The new Piketown.“
“Jesus Christ, look, look at that. It’s [sign in to see URL] sphinx. One of those Egyptian face statues.” I cooed, surprised.
Seconds later my surprised turned to elation. There were two of these sphinx statues, amid three pyramids. The pyramids, were, well pyramids but the sphinx’s didn’t have the faces of Egyptian kings and gods carved into them but mine and Derek’s. Mine was beautiful, and seeing it there made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. Derek’s just looks wrong, like the engravers had given up on it half way through or something. His looked like him as if he were in a vegetable state in some hospital ward.
Derek gasped, awakening from rest. “What is this? Are we there yet?”
“Take a look, Padre” Miguel quipped, helping Derek onto his feet.
“This cannot be. Those structures are bloody huge.” Derek sounded “We’ve only been away from here for about a year. My god. How? These structures must have taken years to build.”
“My fanboys must have been hard at work is all, Derek.” I replied excitedly.
“Impossible. Not humanly possible. Not in twelve months. What we see before us is an exact replica of the Pyramids and the sphinx of ancient Egypt. Or Sphinx’s. What the….holy spirit of the astral plane. Is that us on those?”
“Yes. Like I said. My fanboys must have worked hard.”
“But why?” Derek inquired.
“I don’t know. Soon though, Derek mate.”
As we got within the parameters of the now much expanded Pikestown, we realised we weren’t the only ones there. Down below on the grounds at the bottom of my sphinx and looking up were two distant figures. They could well have been zombies, but the place seemed pretty well shut off with huge rock walls. Zombie safe. So Michael, on my orders, set about taken the chopper down onto the ground. The whole time I tried to keep my gaze on the two figures.
“This will be a difficult land, Dave.” Michael chirped.
“Just get us down! Right now!” I responded, my sight off the two figures.
“I have a bad feeling about this. A sense, you know.” Derek cut-in.
“Don’t worry, it’s all going to be fine” I reassured him.
“Snell! snell!” Bloodsteve shouted, looking and pointing at the two figures in the musky desert-like distance as we were just moment from landing.
I turned to look back the two figures. What was it? The panicked expression on Bloodsteve’s face left me both confused and stunned.
Suddenly an almighty bang was heard, followed by an explosion that engulfed the whole helicopter…silence.
As I remembered later, when I looked out at the two figures I saw one of them holding a weapon, a rocket launcher of somekind and the beam of an object heading straight for us. The last thing I saw was Michael being jolted out of his seat by the force of the impact and the terror that was displayed on his face.
Somehow myself and Yoko got out of the wreckage in mid-air as the helicopter came plummeting to earth in a fireball. How we had survived was a mystery to me. The rest were dead, I was sure of it. At the time it just didn’t sink in though. My instinctive reaction to the flames and the explosion was flight and it was that which probably saved my life. I must have been hurled out of the side of the helicopter where there was a gaping whole that was immediately created by the rocket that hit it. We were lucky. The rest were not. As I regained my sense of awareness the carnage, the burning wreck of Michael’s helicopter sank me to my knees in shock. Bit of body were strewn all around the place and those inside must have suffered the most agonizing of deaths. Tears fell from my eyes and I began to sob like never before.
“Dave, you’ve got blood on you. Lucky bastard.” A familiar but faint voice said.
“Derek!” I screamed with joy.
And there he was. Faint indeed, before my eyes. It was Derek, all angel-like, transparent and glowing, and to the side of him was a raggedy old tart, who I assumed had to be Margot.
“Dave, I told you I’d be back. I died, but am resurrected as my spirit self on this earthly plane. A ghost.”
“Derek, is it really true?”
“Yes. It is. I am here for you now. Your spirit guide.”
“The others? Miguel? Alvarez? Michael? Bloodsteve?”
“They all died, but what to you expect. Yet, you, you’re alive. Be thankful and seek to redeem your losses.”
“What do you mean? Redeem my losses?”
“Seek what those who wanted you dead were stopping you from finding. It is here - the ultimate truth, the one thing you have been searching for your whole life.”
“Yes, it must be.”
“Dave, just one more favour though.”
“Yes?”
“Could you please get the hell away from here because those two chaps that wanted us to die are now heading to here to kill you.”
“Okay, but please come with me. As my guide.”
“Yes, but only if you tell Yoko to stop prodding the ghostly-form of Margot.”

 


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The Truth Revealed: Part 1
The two figures survey the wreck of the helicopter, moving around it as they talk, contemplate their actions. One seems very mousy, has a beard and wears very dated glasses. The other looks like a Jewish film producer.

“We took ‘em down good didn’t we, real good. That was one shot, friend. Nice, accurate, took all those bastard trespassers out.” Pipes up the mousy man.
“Well, like you always keep telling me ‘We can’t deal with terrorists’. That right, right?” Replies the Jewish looking man.
“Yeah, that’s right. No choice really. They entered our land, we had to do what we had to do, is all. They would have most likely killed us, anyway.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, dammit! This is a military helicopter. These are trained killers. This was an army, man! Don’t ask me if ‘I’m sure’ or not. Look at the guy in the Pilot’s seat there.”
“Yeah, he’s been cut up, pretty bad. Perhaps we need to clean this !@#$ up soon or this is gonna smell pretty bad. You smell that burning flesh. Jeez!”
“Bad isn’t the word, friend. Sure it smells bad, but bad would have been us down there, blown to smithereens by them. Like I said, look at that Pilot. He’s a mean looking son of a gun, evil even.”
“Yup, evil. Damn, look at those nicotine stains on his fingers. Chain smoker no doubt.”
“Ha! You’re right there! !@#$, he’s still got one drooping out of his mouth.”
“Michael.”
“What? Who?”
“No, that’s his name. Right there, on his jacket. Michael.”
“Oh. Shame Michael’s legs don’t appear to be there. In fact, if I’m not mistaken, there one over there and another near that German looking guys head. Oh, poor, poor, Michael. Stupid idiot! Stay off my land and this would have never have happened. Jackass.”
“Hey, John!” squeaks the Jewish looking man, holding the severed head of the German looking man. “Great Prop, huh! We should use this is our movie.
“Dammit, Richie! Put that thing down. Have some decorum! But maybe. The head could be something we could use in the movie. No doubts about who’ll be directing our zombie masterpiece now though. Cheers, Richie, Killing Mr Romerio was a great help.”
“And…”
“And…And I’ll be directing the finale. That’s the ‘And…’ to it. First Sawini, our make-up effect guru, then Romerio, the director of our masterpiece. Real class…twatting them both with the sledgehammer and feeding them their own genitalia, real class. You producers really are insane.”
“Maybe, but the film is ninety percent complete. I mean it’s not as if we need to do much else. Just kill you in a zombie death orgy and have me riding off into the distant sunset. Wa-la! It’ll work a treat. The best zombie movie ever; realistic zombies, the best set, the best acto—“
“Yeah. Actors. Us. No.”
“People want gore, Wusso. How many times do I have to tell you! Take our late artistic advisor, Mr Ropps of the Netherlands – ‘GORE!’ he’d scream, till we fed him to the zombies in the Dutch porn scene. And Hinzman, ‘GORE, needs more GORE!’”
“And would you like to explain to me what people are going to want to see our movie. I mean considering that most are now dead, and those living are petrified of the things…You see, Rubinsteiner…pointless, waste of time and life.”
“Ah, once again you fail to see the bigger picture. The money factor. We send all the prints of our movie out to all the survival camps and make ourselves a mint, but in turn, boosting the morale with me as the zombie killing hero of the movie and yourself as the traitor who brought about the zombie carnage to begin with.”
“Anything to satify your colossus ego.”
“Sorry!?”
“You heard me!”
“You’ll be next! I’ll warn you now. Your already on thin ice for bringing back Abbot friggin’ Hayes.”
“Yeah. Okay. Sorry! I cannot apologize enough. It was a horrible mistake. It’s just that. Well, Abbot grew on me. I had to bring him back, as our boogie man, you know. And you’re right. I’m failing to see the bigger picture. And this was my idea to begin with. Just, without common sense.”
“True.”
“But we have a chance to finish something great here, Richie. I’m sure this is the thing we both need right now. It’s just I’m sad at the moment, a little upset.”
“About what?”
“The captives, er, I mean, consultants deaths. Did you really need to do that?”
“Yup.”
“But was it right. And just like this. These people didn’t deserve this.”
“To cut along story short, one you know of, Romerio and Sawini were not willing participants in our movie. We had chained up and whipped them, didn’t feed them all to well and they stopped cooperating. So, I cut them down. The bastards.
“Bastards!”
“What!?”
“They were bastards. They stole my thunder, took the glory that belonged to me, John D. Wusso! Those bastards. George was always jealous of my talent, and Sawini was a rat-face poe on Babies of the Living Dead. Never did what I told him to do. That asshole! Thanks for killing them. I can’t tell you how much anger I bottled up over the year over their success and my undue poverty.”
“Right! I hear you now!”
“Epic!”
“Epic, what?” Howls Richie, tossing the head to the side.
“Epic movie, our masterpiece.”
“Yes!”
“You were right, Rich.”
“So, we’ll cut Abbot’s scenes from the movie?”
“Huh? No. Follow you heart, stay positive. And maybe add more scenes to the movie with Abbot Hayes, er… killing the helicopter people!”
“Damn. I don’t know. But.. Oh, alright then.”
“You know it makes sense, laddy. You won’t regret it. Hollywood will though. All their friggin’ rejection letters will come back to haunt them. I am a movie genius, god dammit!”
“Yeah…right…Huh?...”
Richie Rubinsteiner pauses for a second, his mind a wreck as something that he is seeing strike alarm bells.
“My god….that sphinx, the Okra Sphinx…the man over there, with the arms missing, it’s him. I sure of it. That means…Oh god. The Godhead Turquise Allah, Mr Pike! We’ve killed him!”
“No! No! No!” Screams Wusso, an echo sounding throughout the baron land amist the pyramids and the sphinx’s.
“These strangers were not are enemies but our friends. Look for Mr Pike, he must be in here somewhere.”
“I don’t see him.”
“No. Neither do I. Perhaps.”
“Perhaps what?”
“Oh nothing. But perhaps he didn’t come at all, or survived and escaped, thinking that on us seeing him he’d be killed.”
“!@#$. You’re right. God. LOOK!”
“The Blood trail, yes. It must be Pike, praise be and forgive us. He must understand, we didn’t know.”
“The blood trail, it leads to the movie cut-hut.”
“Yes, you’re right. Let’s go.”
As the two follow the blood trail, smoke is seen rising from the building, the cut-hut, and a man emerges followed by an orang-utan, Pike and Yoko. Far from focusing their attentions on Pike, the two men run into the hut to rescue their film. Despite the fire, the two are panicked not so much by the fire that is slowly building up but the fact that their months and months of work on ‘Zombie of the Living Dead In Egypt With Abbot Hayes’ is being destroyed. Whilst the two in vain try to collect all the footage shot, film reel and computers, their attentions are once again drawn to Pike as he emerges, visible from through the hut door, only yards away. The two are stopped in their tracks, dropping all they were desperately clinging onto.
“Mr Pike!!” Yells Wusso, sulking, encased by beads of sweat from the intense heat of the burning hut. “We didn’t know. We didn’t know.”
“Yes, Mr Pike. You must understand. We thought you were the enemy, not the holiness, Godhead Turquoise Allah – yourself.”
Pike pipes up, visibly mortified, snarling and frowning. “
“You tell me, you don’t have the !@#$ you need. I just lost six plus men, you Frankensteins! Six plus men! You want to use them as props. You want to teach ‘em tricks!”
“Sorry?!” Shouts the confused and dishevelled looking Rubinstein. “Tricks?”
 “You must listen to me, Captain!” Cries Wusso “You must listen to me…”
“Listen to this!” Pike growls, pressing a button in his hand.
“What?!” Wails Wusso.
Perhaps it was his holy powers, or major plot whole but Pike has fitted the cut-hut up with explosives. It take a few seconds, but then the cut-hut, Wusso and Rubinsteiner are no more. An explosion rips the hut to shreds.
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The Truth Revealed: Part 2, The Vortex

“This is it?” Dave mumbles, as the apparition of Derek appears again. Something is different though and Dave knows it. Derek appears above in the sky amidst the clouds this time, dressed in a toga sitting on a throne, to the side of him, a beautiful woman, draped in a mesmerising purple silk gown. Dave is taken aback, his eyes widen, his jaw dropping. A moment earlier the rest of the gang appears.
“This cannot be.” Dave gasps, falling back, slumping to the ground in amazement. Yoko is so shaken by it all that she runs off, leaving Dave alone.
But the vision is truly beautiful, something Hollywood could never match, a vision of heaven maybe. All glows, Derek is centred, to each side of him, they are all there. I mean, all there. This isn’t just ‘the gang’ as one-by-one, more and more figures appear from the ether. You name it, they are there, all there, and more seem to be coming. Friend and foe alike, they are all there in this gathering. Pike is astounded, his family, friends, former swing tennis rivals, TV presenter chums, Producers and Execs, and the conspiracy theorists he despised, journalists, the elusive sources, the members of the Turquoise Temple, the people who his has met on his journey in this life, they are all there. Even Florence, the family cat.
 Gradually, the sky is amassed with a thousand or so people he has known, fondly or not.
Like a barbershop quartet the Sam Jacksons are there, the real one and his three clones, 2, 3, and 4. “Hello, Hellooo, Hellooooo, Hellooooooo” They all sing together in harmony, followed by and together “!@#$!”
“Hello” Dave mouths, barely audible.
Then a fat ginger man steps forwards, smartly dressed in a night watchmen’s uniform. He bows down, removes his hat and introduces himself.
“It’s a great honour to meet you…” He says, honoured with his union with Pike.
“Who are you--oh..” At first Dave didn’t recognise the man, but quickly he realises who it is, a former ‘source’, a mad inventor who the government had tried to silence. The man had also been an actor, playing the pivotal role of the night watchmen who is seduced by a lady-vampire of the night in the 1988 film, Graveyard Shift. Courtland Elliot.
“You have passed the test Mr Pike!” Courtland Yells down at him.
“Yes, Mr Pike, you have. Well done.” Comes a thick New York accent, emerging from behind Cort. Again, another of the Graveyard Shift lot. This time, Silvio Olviero, prancing forwards near-on completely naked if not for a cheap see-through leopard thong. Dave also recognizes him.
“What test was that them, mate? And bloody hell, man, put some clothes on.” Dave fires back.
“The test.” Sil replies.
“Yes, I understand, but what test?” Dave cries back, confused.
“The test” Everyone above replies back.
“Derek, what the hell, is the test!?!?” Dave yelps.
Suckling on a grape, he spits out a pip, and stands up from the throne.
“Th—the test. Hahhaha” Dave whines back, laughing to tears.
“Okay!” Dave shouts, causing all above to return to silence. “What the hell is this crap, what bloody test, eh? Is this some end of the story nonsense or what. Wake up, Derek, this was no story. A journey, a mish-mash minds, me and you, together and you want me to believe I have passed this test, a test I know nothing about or care about. This isn’t the bloody Matrix, mate.”
“I know.” Derek replies sullenly “It was a joke. We’re having you on.”
“I knew it!” Dave screams, his arms wailing in the air in anger.
“..But!” Cries a simple looking fellow, rushing towards Derek, passing a hundred people in the process. Stott. Fergal Stott. He was Pike’s dream. The simple man with downs syndrome whom Pike thought would be his ticket to more success. Movies, Oprah…You get the idea. The man stands tall from a whimpering slouch to a dramatic and angel-like pose, pointing. He’s pointing to behind Pike, the Pyramid, or more the top of it. For some reason, Fergal’s actions angered Okra. Okra turned to him, pulled a leather whip from his toga, threw his grapes to one side and proceeded to thrash the poor guy till he bled.
“Enough.” Dave murmurs. “Is this betrayal. The test a joke, maybe, but are you denying me from finding the truth, Derek? A friend no more. Has this poor man more guts than you, is he telling me something who don’t wish me to find. The truth. The truth, Derek?”
Derek lifts his gaze from Fergal’s bloodied body, turning his head and facing Dave once again. The scene is dramatic, all those above seem threatened by Derek. A brief pause later and Derek’s face morphs into something that Dave has never seen before, as far from heavenly Derek looks demonic, his teeth clenched and a devilish frown appear.
“What is this?” Dave asks.
“This is me, that’s all. The real me. I have never liked you much, Dave, I must say. This is the truth you seek and you have found it, you hear it, and I hope it hurts you. I’ve been hurt, for quite some time. You endless paranoid delusions, journeys, sources and theories. You filth!.”
Hitting Dave harder than a bolt of lighting he is frozen, but not for long. He feels a pulsation in his chest, one that spreads around his whole body. Suddenly he jets off, heading for the pyramid. Rounds of applauds comes from those up in the sky and cheering pushing Dave on, all whilst Derek screams down at Pike as gradually he scales the pyramid.
“Don’t do it, you’ll regret it! I’m only protecting you, Dave. Believe me.”
At the top of the pyramid, Dave stands waiting for something to happen as the wind brushes past him and those above shout aloud “Goodbye!”
Then….
An all consuming golden light fills the area where Dave is standing, his body is raised by some force and lifted into the sky. Dave is going somewhere, on a new journey, with seconds to spare on Earth. He waves goodbye to all those in the sky, looks Derek in the eye and begins to speak, shouting to the heavens .
“Sorry Derek!. I do understand, and I forgive you, my friend. It’s just that I must do this!”
With that he was gone, Dave had left the building.

The 4th dimension? A gateway onto the reptilian’s planet? The Nazi moonbase? Heaven? Hell? Michael Morris’s underwear basket? Who knows.

One thing is for sure though, Derek IS with him, as just before he enters whatever mystery realm he’s heading towards a voice is heard in his head. “I’m your spirit guide, remember? And this is a stupid idea, you filth! Jesus, that wasn’t me betraying you, just me not wanting to go into some situation with you where we’d most likely end up being brutally raped by a horde of horny reptilians.”
Dave smiles, his eyes light up and he gets a huge erection.

The End


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