Peter Schell

Halloween and Hammerspace

There is a place that is not a place. And in that place there is a floor
that is not a floor. And on that floor is a duck.

  Around the duck are many objects swords, knives, chains and the occasional
potty.

  By the duck there is a disturbance and a black vortex forms. 

  Stepping from the vortex are four figures. A bald middle aged man in a
white Gi A young man in a yellow shirt and another man in a red one. Last a
lovely girl with long flowing hair.

  The vortex twists in on itself and turns into a young man with long black
hair and wearing a long white robe. With a nod he offers the others weapons.
The older man selects a sword and walks off. The girl declines and leaves.
The young man in yellow also declines but as he walks off he removes his
belt and with a snap straightens it. 

  The last man does not look a any of the others but takes a knife and walks
off in another direction.

  When all the others are out of sight the young man in white walks over to
the duck. Picking it up he wrings it's neck with a practised twist. He holds
the dead bird in his hands as it seems to collapse into itself turning to
dust that vanishes before it hits the ground.

  The young man in red walks in a straight line following a red string that
only he can see that runs from his finger into the distance. After sometime
he sees an object in the distance that slowly resolves into the figure of a
naked girl lying on the ground her head cushioned on her arm.

  Looking down at the small helpless figure he kneels and doing what he knew
he must he drives the knife down with all his strenth.

  The young man in white sits with three others waiting. The older man sits
with a bloody sword across his lap. The blood staining his cotton Gi. The
man in yellow has no blood on himself but his belt is missing. The girl
simply sits and waits no expression on her face.

  Finally a figure resolves out of the distance into that of the man in red.
As he joins the group he does not meet there eyes. The older man lays a hand
on his shoulder but he shrugs it off.

  The young man in white gathers himself and twists back into a vortex. One
after another the others walk into the blackness vanishing from sight. The
last to leave is the man in red who gazes back the way he had come for a
second then turns and leaves.

  A bathroom door slides open and the man in red steps through walking over
to the shower he turns on the cold water and lets the water cascade over his
form soaking his clothes. Then for the first time looks at the figure in the
mirror looking for self hatred or disgust. Instead all that is their is an
aceptence of the path taken. Reaches out brushes fingers with the person in
the mirror turns and leaves.

  In a place that is not a place in a floor that is not a floor there is a
knife and beside the knife a young man sleeps with a smile on his lips. 



This all started because I wondered where all the energy came from to
generate the mass difference between the cursed forms and the normal form. I
decided that the allternate form was held in hammerspace. Then this story
just happened.

I don't kill Ranma-chan for nobody.