Creator. Together Ashton, we are all things."
"Show yourself!"
"As you wish." The voice replies as the center of the glowing pool begins to ripple right before my eyes.
Angela sits in a cell crying alone, begging for an explanation. Searching for someway to make sense of all this, crying harder at the idea of not being with her husband and the fact that she doesn't even know if he's ok is almost more than she can take. Difficult to breath as tears fall to the floor and her mind wanders. The idea that they can't be together is too much for her to deal with, she won't have it no matter what it takes. "Baby, I need you right now. I'm so scared." Angela says as the tears continue and her nose begins to run. "I hope wherever you are, you're ok. I love you so much Ashton, whatever it takes I will find you. I'll love you forever." She repeats as her muffled cries fade away into the late evening.
Jonathan Reynolds sits in his study not far from Angela's cell with Jason Scott sitting in the chair opposite him as the two take in the roaring fireplace. "I understand Sir, but she checks out. She just doesn't know anything and considering the circumstances surrounding this event, I'm not sure anyone really knows anything." Jason says.
"So you think there's something else is going on here?" Jonathan asks.
"Yes Sir. I think Tyler Morgan is just a pawn in all this and my friend Ashton could be in real danger." Jason replies. "I don't think he's done anything wrong Sir, but I agree that we need to find him."
Greg Knight enters the room as the double doors open and he joins the conversation with the new intelligence. He takes a seat near his comrade, informing Jonathan of the current events in the mysterious disappearance. "Sir we've exhausted all resources, Ashton Mortal still hasn't been located. The weird thing about it is there isn't a shred of evidence other than Mr. Morgan's message and an empty lock box."
"What does his message mean?" Jonathan ponders aloud. "Is there any genuine relevance here or are these just the ramblings of a deranged lunatic?"
Greg's eyes bounce around the room and return to his superior. "Sir, I think after further review our captives should be released and monitored if we want any further details."
"And what happens if we don't get any further details? What if we can't find Mr. Mortal…what then?
"If he can be found Sir, then we'll find him. Ash is our friend Sir; we'll find him no matter what it takes. I promise I'll get to the bottom of this thing." Jason replies.
"I pray you're right son, that we can find Mr. Mortal. Above all, I pray my gut feeling about all this is wrong." Jonathan says as he leans back in his chair and takes a sip of scotch.
CHAPTER: 8
THE EVOLUTION OF LIBERATION
What is the proper definition of terror, of the unknown and with all I've seen I wonder about these origins . Many questions race through my mind, acknowledging that I know nothing for sure, save the fact that you cannot begin to understand the meaning of terror until you realize reality has been stripped away. Whatever I once was now shakes at its very foundation and anything I might have known about life quivers in its presence. Every moment of my past leading to this surreal vision and truly, these images will be forever burned into my mind.
Watching the ripples begin slowly in front me at the center of this large glowing pool that was ever so silent, a calm surface now changed by the rippling motion with the mysterious voice now hushed. Staring in disbelief at all I've seen, searching frantically for answers to this puzzling riddle. Just watching patiently as the pool continues to teem with activity, the ripples increasing steadily as the surface of the pool seems to be almost moving, controlled, methodical and intelligent. From its center tiny strands form and begin to interweave upward, not many at first but only at first.
The strands move slowly
"Show yourself!"
"As you wish." The voice replies as the center of the glowing pool begins to ripple right before my eyes.
Angela sits in a cell crying alone, begging for an explanation. Searching for someway to make sense of all this, crying harder at the idea of not being with her husband and the fact that she doesn't even know if he's ok is almost more than she can take. Difficult to breath as tears fall to the floor and her mind wanders. The idea that they can't be together is too much for her to deal with, she won't have it no matter what it takes. "Baby, I need you right now. I'm so scared." Angela says as the tears continue and her nose begins to run. "I hope wherever you are, you're ok. I love you so much Ashton, whatever it takes I will find you. I'll love you forever." She repeats as her muffled cries fade away into the late evening.
Jonathan Reynolds sits in his study not far from Angela's cell with Jason Scott sitting in the chair opposite him as the two take in the roaring fireplace. "I understand Sir, but she checks out. She just doesn't know anything and considering the circumstances surrounding this event, I'm not sure anyone really knows anything." Jason says.
"So you think there's something else is going on here?" Jonathan asks.
"Yes Sir. I think Tyler Morgan is just a pawn in all this and my friend Ashton could be in real danger." Jason replies. "I don't think he's done anything wrong Sir, but I agree that we need to find him."
Greg Knight enters the room as the double doors open and he joins the conversation with the new intelligence. He takes a seat near his comrade, informing Jonathan of the current events in the mysterious disappearance. "Sir we've exhausted all resources, Ashton Mortal still hasn't been located. The weird thing about it is there isn't a shred of evidence other than Mr. Morgan's message and an empty lock box."
"What does his message mean?" Jonathan ponders aloud. "Is there any genuine relevance here or are these just the ramblings of a deranged lunatic?"
Greg's eyes bounce around the room and return to his superior. "Sir, I think after further review our captives should be released and monitored if we want any further details."
"And what happens if we don't get any further details? What if we can't find Mr. Mortal…what then?
"If he can be found Sir, then we'll find him. Ash is our friend Sir; we'll find him no matter what it takes. I promise I'll get to the bottom of this thing." Jason replies.
"I pray you're right son, that we can find Mr. Mortal. Above all, I pray my gut feeling about all this is wrong." Jonathan says as he leans back in his chair and takes a sip of scotch.
CHAPTER: 8
THE EVOLUTION OF LIBERATION
What is the proper definition of terror, of the unknown and with all I've seen I wonder about these origins . Many questions race through my mind, acknowledging that I know nothing for sure, save the fact that you cannot begin to understand the meaning of terror until you realize reality has been stripped away. Whatever I once was now shakes at its very foundation and anything I might have known about life quivers in its presence. Every moment of my past leading to this surreal vision and truly, these images will be forever burned into my mind.
Watching the ripples begin slowly in front me at the center of this large glowing pool that was ever so silent, a calm surface now changed by the rippling motion with the mysterious voice now hushed. Staring in disbelief at all I've seen, searching frantically for answers to this puzzling riddle. Just watching patiently as the pool continues to teem with activity, the ripples increasing steadily as the surface of the pool seems to be almost moving, controlled, methodical and intelligent. From its center tiny strands form and begin to interweave upward, not many at first but only at first.
The strands move slowly
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