Sequel

Part of this was meh, part I had a good old time writing. The part of Rel that he and I 'share' is the imagination. Leaping from the stratasphere was the closest comparison I could come up with and it is huge amounts of fun to do. If you know you will survive.

Since Mari told Mik about Rel's past I've been twiddling with thoughts as per Rel. The imagination of everyone is different so I get to have fun trying to write someone else's imagination.

And of course I've never done drugs and never had hallucinations. So I have to work with what I've heard from television and books and the such.

Read, Review and Enjoy.




Rel woke from a thoroughly disturbing and arousing dream. The fragments danced just outside his focus.

The Sidhe was watching him from the pile of cushions. Rel sat up and rubbed a hand over his face, tasting acid in his mouth and feeling every ache in his body. As he sat up, so did the Sidhe.

Mm stood and stretched, imitating what Rel had done the morning before. As they both stood and stretched, the cart of food came rolling into the room. Rel peaked at the cart and decided to forgo the food altogether. He went to the bathroom and washed his face, rinsed his mouth and relieved himself.

Washed his hands and walked back into the living area. The Sidhe was looking at the food anxiously, he looked up as Rel entered.

The creature was waiting for Rel to eat first. Rel growled but walked to the cart and selected the breakfast sandwich that someone had kindly put together for him. Egg, bacon, cheese. He took a bite of it and motioned to the rest of the cart. The Sidhe looked at the cart and selected an apple. The creature bit into the apple. Bit it in half and munched the apple as bits dropped from its mouth. The last of the apple went in the second bite.

Mm looked to Rel for permission. Rel motioned to the cart. The creature chose the item that Rel had motioned to, a breakfast sandwich. Two bites and that was gone as well. Rel finished his own sandwich and picked up an orange. He peeled it carefully, setting the peel on the cart before pulling the orange into its bits and eating them.

The Sidhe snatched up the orange peel and ate that before turning his attention to the cart. Rel nibbled on the orange as he watched the creature demolish the food on the cart. By the time Mm was done there was nothing but crumbs left. Banana peel and all, seeds and grape vine. Even the flower that had been laid to one side of the cart as a decoration.

There was one leaf left at the bottom of a plate, a similar looking one as from the day before. These offerings were, seemingly, only made in the morning. Rel watched the Sidhe take the leaf and bite it in half. The creature chewed the leaf thoughtfully then motioned to it and to Rel, then up in the air and around.

“He wants more of the leaf,” Rel called out to the silent watchers, “at least… I think he does.”

The Sidhe took Rel’s hand in his own, the only physical contact the creature had tried to make, and placed the other half of the leaf in the palm of Rel’s hand. Rel looked at it and grimaced just a bit.

Hallucinogen. It obviously had a different effect on Sidhe but Rel knew that he would have to take it for the Sidhe to understand why he couldn’t take it. He turned as the Sidhe walked up to the bamboo plant and snapped the top off of it. The thing had grown so quickly in the past few days that the creature had a good two inches in his hand. Mm chewed on the bamboo.

“Looks like your appetite is returning,” Rel muttered, wondering if the Sidhe was going to take the food out from under the bed. Wondering if the Sidhe recalled the food under the bed, “there’s still some food under the bed.”

Mm made a grunting sound and turned back to Rel, watching the man.

Rel sighed, looking down at the half-leaf in his hand. He knew what it was going to do to him. His first business was a drug operation, trading innocent looking plants with others in his dorm for spare cash to pay for tuition. He would have a trip.

That would end with him vomiting and having a relatively small seizure before waking up with an intense need to create something.

Although there wasn’t much to create in the room.

Rel picked the leaf up between thumb and forefinger, wrinkling his nose and making certain that the Sidhe saw the look on his face. He popped the leap into his mouth and fought off the urge to spit the fuzzy thing out of his mouth. A few bites and the juice from it was making his face go that funny way it did when he ate anything sour. He forced himself to swallow the leaf and all. He swallowed once more to get the taste out of his mouth and then he shuddered.

He swore the Sidhe smirked at him. But that was impossible.

Just as impossible as the flickering lights in the room. As the ghostly image of a woman standing in the corner, head cocked to the side and a notepad in hand was impossible. The drug didn’t act that quickly, there was no body that could metabolise that fast. His tongue tingled.

Rel frowned and very carefully sat on the floor.

“That was a fast high,” he murmured.

The lights shuddered before him, each throbbing insistently. They outlined the Sidhe and the creature reached out and grabbed first one, then another and another.

A hallucination, that’s all it was. A hallucination. Those lights were not screeching, were not flicking out, but simply… not existing.

Which made no sense. The woman sighed in the corner and left. Her ghostly form walked through the door and disappeared. Rel turned his head.

A group of things were standing by the bed, chattering to one another behind their hands, hushed whispers as if they were afraid of being caught.

One had spiralling horns growing out of his forehead, almond shaped eyes and colouring like a peacock. Another had long, long ears that twitched with every word it spoke. Another had feathers instead of hair and scales for skin, eyes like bugs and three digit claws for hands.

As Rel looked at them, they stopped speaking and looked back at him. One spoke out, a clear forming of words that he heard yet knew the meaning of. Like slipping under and through a language barrier rather than trying to overcome it. Outsmart the mind.

“Giiohsh nak vanshust nnushk?” he can see us<.I>

“Bwaviashnoktiv.” impossible.

The feathered creature twitched, a move that turned into a shudder. It spoke behind its hand to its companions, thoroughly stopping Rel from understanding him. The other two nodded and as a group they disappeared.

This was not his usual, sex with fantasy creatures hallucination. Though… considering the Sidhe and a certain requirement for that hallucination, he was quite pleased with that.

Colours spiralled around him, drawing him down and down and out and under and up and around. Reminded him of flying over Nenta, wind whipping in his hair, trees flowing so quickly below.

It had been so long since he had been to Nenta… when had he stopped flying? When had he stopped visiting there? His life was worse than usual, he should have been there every waking minute, as he had been when he was younger. Yet there he was… having not visited in…

Three months.

Guilt coloured his vision even as he delved into that link inside his mind, feeling the intoxicating rush of diving headlong from the stratosphere.


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