Lights of Mirigan Issue #5

Posted: August 12, 2020 in Blogverse, The Light of Mirigan
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Fred didn’t know where he was anymore. He didn’t understand what Alexander wanted from him, and why he was dealing with the people he was dealing with.

“No I don’t have my pilots licence anymore.” Fred answered.

“Well that’s a bugger?” Alexander said, disappointed.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?”

“What do you mean mate?”

“What’s the deal with those guys.?” Fred was refering to the two middle eastern guys they’d just.

“Oh I go way back with Sadik and Omar. They taught me everything I know.”

“Um, ok.”

“Sorry, I forgot you weren’t here when they came in last year for the holidays. They came in and we had a get together at the shop. I guess you weren’t around yet then.”

Fred was in shock, he struggled to find something to say as he watched Alex getting into the car.”Look man.” Alexander said. “You gotta lighten up a bit. Look at the bigger picture.” Turning on the engine, he said “I’ll text you some directions. No worries, I’ll put you on secondary ops. It’s gonna be a blast!” He then laughed maniacally as he drove away.

Fred was left alone, and took a walk downtown to collect his thoughts. After not long, he once again saw a police car pull up close to him, again, it was his old childhood friend Richard.

“Hey Fred.” his old friend said walking toward him.

“Did I do anything officer?” 

“I don’t know Fred did you?” Fred kept walking by.

“Oh come on man,” Richard said in frustration. “Why can’t you just talk to me!”

“Nothing to say.” Fred didn’t miss a step.

“What,” The officer pointed to his dark skin “cause I got Aboriginal skin you can’t talk to me. Come on man you know that’s bullshit!” 

Fred said nothing but did stop walking.

“Listen, I always tried to look after you. I know some kind of shit is going down, and you know it to. You know it, and you know it’s not right. Now help me out so nobody gets hurt!”

“You think you can stop people from getting hurt.” Fred almost laughed, then he walked away.

A few days later Fred sat alone in his apartment. Only him and a six ack of beer. He was drinking a lot the last few days, he sat on his couch watching TV, coming in and out of consciousness. He felt the phone vibrating, shaking him out of unconsciousness. He looked at the phone in his hand, it was a message from Alexander, directions to go downtown tonight. The message was about to be forwarded. Did he hit forward in his sleep? He recognized the number, it was Richard’s. He still had it from when his mother first got put in the hospital. He stared at it for a moment, and he thought about Alexander and his crew, they didn’t believe the shit they were preaching, none of them did. He was had, bamboozled. “Fuck it.” he thought, as his thump angrily pressed the ‘send’ button. Dam if he didn’t just become a snitch. 

He became something more once he pushed the button on his phone. He was bathed in a blue light, and soon his vision was that of the stars. He felt his body shake as he was falling through zero gravity, the galaxies and star clusters were but playthings in his hands. He looked down at his body to see it was made of the comets and planets, as well as the nothingness of space.

Now he could see himself up in the cosmos, his body outlined by stars like a constellation, the constellation made a walking motion, like those cheap cartoons he watched when he was a kid. His star body looked up, and an immense light came out of his head.

He awakened to find himself on the roof of a building. It was the same building he’d found himself on that night, that night when he escaped the police. He was laying on his back facing the still daylit sky. A small aeroplane, like the kind his father used to fly, went straight across his field of vision. Fred leapt to his feet as he saw the plane go by, he could simultaneously see inside the plane. He could see inside the plane, where the small glider sat, and he could see the explosives inside, this was the package that Alexander paid for. He saw the pilot flying the plane, one of the members of Alexander’s group. Fred could then see behind the pilot’s eyes, he would bail out before crashing the plane into downtown. There was her mother, downtown, the hospital staff were taking some of the patients out for the day. He had to get to her. his feet moved, he ran toward the edge of the roof, he tried to warn them. Fred didn’t even look as he ran straight to the edge of the roof, he fell fast, the wind rushed at his face as the building below him got smaller, and the plane ahead of him got bigger. 

He was flying! Was he dreaming? He looked down at the city rushing past him below. When a few bugs flew into his mouth and his skin got cold in the high alititute he knew he wasn’t dreaming, and he knew what he had to do. 

Like the heroes in the comic book he read as a child he aimed his fist toward the plane and his body increased its velocity. Too bad he was in plain clothes, he thought to himself. When he imagined flying as a kid he pictured himself in a cool outfit. That wasn’t important now, as the plane got closer to downtown. His hands pressed against the steel. Fred hoped super strength was included in his new set of strange abilities. Sure enough the plane pushed upwards, up safe away from his target. Fred let out a yell as he pushed the plane into the atmosphere. Suddenly his powers gave out on him, he began descending in altitude, pulled by gravity, then pushed by the explosion of the plane overhead. He managed to turn his body around, he was falling away from the city into the ocean. As the water approached the water, he thought about what he had done in his life. Perhaps this supernatural act was the only good thing he ever did. In his gut he always knew he’d let down his mother, and if his father was still around, he might not be so proud either. It didn’t matter now, he hit the blue water and darkness descended.

He saw a black face looking at him. “Nice swimsuit man.” The kid said as he watched Fred wash up on the beach. Fred struggled to his feet and coughed up a bit of water. 

“What’s the matter, your broke ass can’t afford the laundry mat!” An aborigional woman, presumably the child’s mother, joked with him.

Fred could only shake his head and laugh as the woman ordered. “Child get him our towel this man needs to dry off.”

“Thanks.”

“You can keep it.” She then turned to her son. “Come on we gotta go see Officer Richard for dinner today.” The mom walked away with her son while Fred dried himself off.

Deep in another solar system, on a lonely space cruiser, a humanoid hand presses a button on a glass screen. It activates a transmission. The being’s two eyes don’t believe what they saw. A human displaying the power, a human pushing up a plane into the air, saving the city. The creature remembered flying planes like that when he stayed on that planet. He missed that world very much. Now he had to go back, he had to go back to help his son. 

This is the end of the Light’s of Mirgan. Tune in next week for the Flying Fox!

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